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.
Categories:
unruffle, bird, dream, flying,
Form: Free verse