The eagle's scream
Above the lake
Forms a round sound wave
That slices through the air
As a bamboo boomerang
Might flutter and return
And as that cry wings its way
Across the expanse
Between mountain and mountain
Its echo follows,
Nestling in the curve of the arc.
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Ohh, this is lovely! Perfectly descriptive yet simply stated. It flows like water!