The Eagle and the Wind
His eyes soar through me,
The wind at his back as he
Swiftly passes me by.
I am still with wonder,
As I watch this creature
Glide through the air.
Romance is my only thought.
I imagine how much the wind
Must enjoy feeling
The feathery soft touch of his wings.
And I begin to wonder
Does it tickle?
I hear the buzzing of the breeze.
Is the wind singing or laughing?
I wonder, what might they say,
The Eagle and the Wind,
If we could speak to each other?
And inside I laugh at my demise
As I holler out my question
Into the wind.
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