Eagles Breath

The eagle smiles sharply Smartly He knows my need of gently stroked wings Amidst shift shaping rocks I am barely a translucent bubble Blown through a Childs hoop Wavering and lost in just one Solitary breath He may pierce me with his arrogant beak May find me invisible within herringbone clouds Yet still I exist I am here, I am her I know that to be true Due to A pulse, due to a whimsical thought And an ever hopeful will...