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Moon glow lights his aging face
Eyes that sparkle, like the sun
Wise beyond his years, yes he
Must be the chosen one
Perched, upon this mighty branch
His talons, hanging tight
Could this be the evening, when
At last, he says good night
Many a year, he has spent
Wandering, for his evening meal
Searching for the proper prey
Is now his one ordeal
You wonder if there is a way
To keep him, where he stands
Realizing, in his eyes,
That he has other plans
You watch his days grow shorter
Til the day, when he’s set free
His final wish, indeed, came true
He grew old, with this old tree
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