Golden Eagle: For Contest

10/17/2015 She lies there gazing at the clouds. Watching as the eagle spreads open his wings. Calling to her soul. Coaxing her to believe that the Fledgling in the air Is soaring for her prayers. Telling her that one day She’ll leave her broken nest. He’s swooping down. She reaches out hoping to brush her hand across his feathers. He circles around the sky until he lands on the Tree she used to climb to get away. The eagle cocks his head and meets her eyes. She takes it as a sign. When he Flies away she runs underneath him. She never felt closer To escaping.