Feathered Wings
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A majestic golden eagle
wakens to the cool morning air.
And preens and prims its flight feathers
grooming each with diligent care.
Flies buzz over yesterday’s kill
scraps warmed by the rays of the sun.
And as night shadows disappear
darkness is defeated, dawn’s won.
A tree top branch provides a perch
from which it can survey the land.
And launching high into the sky
its territory's swiftly scanned.
Hungry fledglings flex feathered wings
stretching formidable muscles.
And the approach of their mother
is greeted by sibling tussles.
While calling and circling close by
she urges them to do their best.
And the eaglets take to the air
no longer shackled to their nest.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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