by: Akemi
Met an eagle in flight;
How does he keep himself so high?
The eyes' meeting - I cower in place...
The eagle gracefully landed;
How does he do so?
Closer yet still far - I'm awed...
I do what a weasel does;
Trying to be the best at it
Scouted around - I notice others...
All listened to the eagle;
How majestic he really is
Everyone aspires - I remain low...
Is there such a thing as equality?
A mere weasel like me knows;
Just a glance - I'm left behind...
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