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Wild Woman,
sitting ringside
at barrel racing,
sees something
soaring
in the corner
of her eye.
"Was that an eagle?"
she asks,
"Or a hawk?
Or........one of those
'floaties'
I get
on the periphery
of my vision?"
Her sister
smiles.
"It is
whatever
you want it
to be,"
she replies.
"Cool!
It's an eagle!"
