Dayflight
These eagles,
these creatures of
the High Sky.
They hatch in
nests of branch
and twig; nestled,
fitted into crags;
perched over
precipices.
Soon to soar,
but first,
they fledge,
they unruffle,
on thin-air
Earth.
So very like
our Dreams.
Copyright © Stephe Watson | Year Posted 2018
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