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             I see him spread open his



           beautiful  black wings to fly





               the  wide and open  blue





                 and cloudy dark skies





                      so high







             For when i call upon him







                   into the end





             his spirit is destined to win





               for it his black





                     feathers



                       that



                  are his protective





                      shield with





              a rough battle field





             that he is  destined to clear





        his beak  is a powerfull tool





                  used to kill





                     and fill

      

        



         with his black sharp eyes  give him the

     strength & success  to  feast with his  crew





                       in peace



          



            for he is the keen survivor destined

          to survive this rough & vicious lifestyle



  







     This poem is all mine written by GT orignally .