Mountain Hawk Eagle
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I am a baby eagle
and I have these things called wings
so I can fly and glide and float
or so I am told . . .
early each morning my parents leave the nest
and swoop and drift on wind currents
among mountain cliffs
down and then high up, then down and down
calling to each other and to the sky
and they are soon joined by their friends
I watch- flapping my wings but go no where
mother says I am too little yet
but mother I want to glide 'cause I am a eagle
oh, it must feel so wonderful to feel the air and wind
to have it take you away, away into the blue sky
in my cliff nest I dream that I am the strongest eagle
and that I fly the highest and have the best call
one day, one day I will show them that I am a bird
but right now mother has brought me breakfast
so I open my beak and gulp
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July 24, 2020
Poetry/Personification/Mountain Hawk Eagle
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1271-255-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the contest, I Am A Bird
sponsor, Tania Kitchin
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2020
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