My Friend, Red-Tail Hawk
Once long ago he flew high and free
The flight was farther than most can see
Then one day as I watched him in his flight
Close to evening when it was getting dim light
Seeing him in the dim light there was a change
Feathers flew__he pitched and turned seemed strange
Slowly falling to mother earth landed in lurch
Going close so I could maybe see if he was hurt
He was on the ground with feathers all around
Swiftly going home and getting a bag to cover him round
Took him to a rescue ranch to see if he had a chance
He would heal the all seem to feel, on his perch he had stance
But he did not heal__ his psyche was permanently crushed
He longingly viewed the sky remembering when he flew freed
Stuck on his perch he grew swiftly old no more freedom no more gold
Hating each day but not able to go on with his goal
Dreaming, night dreams and day dreams to fly high again
To soar with the eagles up in the night sky.
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