othing was with them but a graveyard to lodge in,

avigator, the eagle was one day heading to the puppy, 

saw pup mom at the door of a soil grotto,

itality, courage and bravery pondered through her helplessness,

yes with such sharpness! I was wondering and mom,

bruptly her muzzle dragged her son to her,

ushing eagle destined to die without a beak,

affed by mom, 'live within the limits till you grow!'

Vitality, courage and bravery

First entry for the Real Poetic's One Year Anniversary Challenge

A fatherless puppy with its mom,

Nothing was with them but a graveyard to lodge in,

Navigator, the eagle was one day heading to the puppy,



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