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.
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