Caveat: Poem #1571 “Spirited eagle”

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Some ravens and an eagle jumped to flight
along the road to town, as if at play.
The eagle fled ahead and found a tree,
and perched there calmly looking down, askance.
I saw the eagle's breath rise up like steam.
I'd never seen that, till that morning's trip.

– six lines in blank verse (iambic pentameter).
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