It is the king of the sky,
The ruler of the air,
When you watch it fly,
You can do nothing but stare.
It is majestic,
It is powerful,
Definitely not a domestic,
That is not doubtful.
It is a bird of prey,
A symbol of freedom,
It doesn't play,
It is the bird of our mighty kingdom.
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Ticking
PoesiaThe struggle is real - My attempts at poetry. Why the title? Life's a ticking clock, and it only stops once, when your time is up. Between that period, from when it starts till stops, you have the opportunity to make something of yourself. Be amazi...
