The Eagle

Oh to be an eagle
And swoop down from a peak
With the golden sunlight flashing
From the fierce hook of my beak.
‘Oh to be an eagle
And to terrify the sky
With the beat of wings like thunder
And a wild, barbaric cry.
‘Oh to be an eagle…but why keep dreaming?
I must learn to be myself,’
Said the rubber duckling sadly
On its soapy bathroom shelf.

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