Broken Eagle lay still
wing torn savagely
as locusts consume,
streaming from sea to sea.
No more little rodents
secretly eroding the tents
of the righteous
~ now ~
Giant Insects devour,
harvest rots and decays.
~ But ~
in the heat of the day
and the cool of the night
paternal Pack Leader
circles the camp
and waits.
He waits for the moment
to spring
~ letting forth ~
a mighty howl of victory
heard by all
feared by invading swarms
welcomed by the weak.
Mighty Eagle arises
flexing healed wing.
He soars over the amber waves
bringing life to our land once again,
as the wolf pack sobs
tears of relief
and restoration.
Bronze trophy winner
Silver trophy winner
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