A shadow passes silently
A span of decades past
Eyes farseeing, all knowing
A single cry of hunger.
Lonely is this life
High above the rest
Majesty incarnate
With strength to race the wind
The wisdom to stay alive.
Too soon the times are changing
Habitats disappearing
The future holds so little hope
Is death the only way.
No cleaving air
No raucous call
The wild majesty
Of a heaving breast.
We sigh our loss.
The flight of an eagle
May soon be
Only history.
And what a disaster that would be. 😦
Great post.
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I agree, I hope it never happens.
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Me too
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Beautiful poetry.
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Thank you.
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They epitomise flight for me. So incredibly majestic and beautiful. I hope such a day never comes.
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Me too! It would be an incalculable loss!
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