(An emotional poem by Ansh, 11, about a flightless eagle that meets a tragic end.)

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A soaring bird glided through the noon sky,
Another watched helplessly with a mournful sigh,
Thus he could not fly only fiddle with things,
An eagle without wings.

A victim snapped in another’s beak,
But one just hungrily sat like a freak,
Thus helplessly watched as others dart like slings,
An eagle without wings.

Soon night fell and things changed,
Morning came,
Their lied an eagle who had met his end and starved to death,
Sparrows chirped away as they sing,
This is an eagle without wings.