Its head is
as white as new fallen snow
Its eyes
like deep black holes
Its beak a
jagged hook, and yet beautiful to the look
The body is
as black as ink
The wings mightier
than the sphinx
Its talons
sharper than knives
As it preys
on small creature day and night
It soars
though the sky with much grace
Circling above
with no haste
Laying its
eggs oh so high
If they fell
they would surely die
I fly in the
sky what am I?
An eagle
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