Outer Hebrides: Two eagles

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Poem
mountains on the horizon, view over a bay

Two hills
Rocky
Scraggy
Shaped by the last ice age

Suddenly we see them
One at 60˚
One at 210˚

Effortless
They just spread their wings
And catch the thermals
Spiraling upwards

A seagull tries to interfere
No competition
Like the zombie
She eventually runs out of steam

The eagles
However
Soar

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