(Poetry) Manifest Reverie

The Bald Eagle eyes the Troupial’s feast…
such delicacies, ripe for the taking!

But… no, he should refrain.
The Golden Eagle and the Beaver,
his lifelong friends,
what would they say?

They would surely not be pleased
by such flagrant debauchery!

Then again… look at all that oil,
the way it glistens on the plate…
Surely it couldn’t hurt
if he just took a piece for later.

They probably wouldn’t even notice
if little bits went missing,
here and there.

After all,
If the Bear could just take as it pleased…
why couldn’t he?

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