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I made a poem! And a foopet mouthie!

Messengers of The Eagles

In the dead of night, in mid-day,

From there path, they do not stray.

Nothing can tempt them away from there course,

They run day and night with the speed of a horse.

Never seen, never heard,

Never stops to say a word.

They are swift, they go fast,

They never take a moment to relax.

Through forests, mountains and rivers too,

They run through herds of cows that moo.

If you stop and are silent,

You too may hear the non-violent.

They zip by houses, run through yards,

Over hills and right by cars.

Never stop to get a drink,

Friends with all, even the forest mink.

Cats will hiss, dogs will bark,

When they run on through the dark.

And when it seems they have gone on forever,

They stop and put a paw on a single lever.

A tree moves out of the tall hay,

Reviling a secret passageway!

They run on, and with a flash,

The tree moves back with a loud crash.

The trot down, then go up into a tree,

Finally at the end of there journey.

They get a meal, then a drink,

They lay down and sleep in the warm nest of a forest mink.

In the morning they will rise,

They look around with sleepy eyes.

Pick up a scroll, tight in there jaws,

They pledge to follow all the laws.

They run out, not being seen even by a bee,

The start of a new journey.

Messengers of The Eagles.

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