Yet the picture captures my eye. Rolling meadows, flower-decked, as far as the eye can see.
Till hitting the towering, majestic mountain’s frozen skirt, pristine white with slashes of dark earth, as the sunrise reveals all. And eagles soar, making their early morning call.
Circling higher and higher, hunting their breakfast on the run, deadly but necessary to find food for their young.
© 2023 Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen
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