Sitting with the Eagle, we watch the horizon
As the clouds begin their nightly transition
From white to gold, to orange, to pink, to black
Against a sky that proudly displays
Every possible shade of blue
From green to teal, to aqua, to cobalt,
And finally to a purple fit for a queen.
Drawn by the colors, she lifts her wings
To glide upon the wind,
Adding her sharp dark counterpoint
To our chromatic symphony.
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