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White Eagle

On my walk, I saw a big, white eagle with an enormous 
wingspan, flying low and in circles as it was looking for
Something in the bush landscape. It the steadfast 
the gaze of a seraph that had to judge angst ridden souls
which claimed the meant no harm when they had sinned, 
it had been with humour and fairness.
It flew higher and in wider circles till it disappeared and
blended in with the afternoon sky.

Back home I told Ernesto I had seen a white eagle, he had
never seen one, though it was a pity I didn`t have a rifle
to shoot it, His Maria, was more severe, said I had seen an angel, 
crossed herself, wore a shawl over a greying hair and
Went to mass. Ernesto and I went to the bar; he told regulars 
I had seen an angel; they kidded me greatly

At home, in the night, sitting by the fire – spring evening
can be chilly- where I live, seeing the flapping fire wings
of burning aromatic olive wood, I said to myself; wouldn’t
be nice if Maria was right?

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