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RE: The King of Eagles in Africa!
Your short poem captures the imagination aptly.
When King Fishers soar above, cries heard from far afield, everyone pours outside to witness just how beautiful these birds.
Nice descriptive passage with photography thanks Stephen, have an awesome day.
Thank you Lady Joan and I think their cry brings out the ancient soul in me. As I write this here now, I am listening to a barn owl's "Hoo, hoo" outside. Blessings!