The wings flutter up and down
that of the bird in brown
a big one akin to an owl
with eyes black in tone.
The bird takes off as if in a dash
penetrates with a splash
the sky divides to let it pass
one could see its huge claws,
Sharp enough to peel off the skin
the air blows very thin
the bird pierces through the sky
causing a tremor during the fly.
From where it came no one know
where it is going in such a flow
being beyond anyone’s surmise
as it heads forward with least of cries.
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