Eagle

I am the eagle
That has fallen
In the front lawn
Of some innocent observer
With one working wing

A beautiful display
An ornate wingspan
But do not try and make me
A trophy or a treasure
For your den to display

When a single golden tear
Falls from my eye
A sun cry
It is in this very moment
That I find I’m still alive

And as I try
Test my breadth
Ask myself to fly
Yes even with one wing
You can feel my
Heartbeat
Fluttering

As my beak
Meets your beak

Static shock
Aviary energy
We could be nesting
But instead of resting

I’ll be the eagle
That has fallen
On the front lawn
Of your home
It could be anyone
But it is you
Your maison
Observing me
Giving me life

Rebuilding
With one wing
Willing to sing
My other wing
Willing to fly
When I see you
I realize

Four wings are stronger
Than two

© GÄ

Published by

Geino Äotsch

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