Fingernail Moon hangs on with a one digit death-grip to keep the earth from spinning out of control.
Rush of frigid air as Eagle swoops up into gathering angry clouds with outstretched talons.
Clouds exhale a glimpse of Fingernail Moon's talon mark wounds, Eagle's attempt to help slow the spinning.
Success for Earth, Moon--not Eagle. She will soar another day, in another far-flung place.
Her legacy lives on where Moon and Earth still control the spinning.
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