My Friend, Red-Tail Hawk

Once long ago he flew high and free The flight was farther than most can see Then one day as I watched him in his flight Close to evening when it was getting dim light Seeing him in the dim light there was a change Feathers flew__he pitched and turned seemed strange Slowly falling to mother earth landed in lurch Going close so I could maybe see if he was hurt He was on the ground with feathers all around Swiftly going home and getting a bag to cover him round Took him to a rescue ranch to see if he had a chance He would heal the all seem to feel, on his perch he had stance But he did not heal__ his psyche was permanently crushed He longingly viewed the sky remembering when he flew freed Stuck on his perch he grew swiftly old no more freedom no more gold Hating each day but not able to go on with his goal Dreaming, night dreams and day dreams to fly high again To soar with the eagles up in the night sky.