An Eagle is Born

in the distance
mockingbirds, empty cries
chasing us into the forest
a rustle, a flutter
followed by wings, casting faint shadows
in blinding sunlight

until then
all orphaned promises, waiting
for a new start

from a cliff high above
an eagle is born
the hollow mockery ends

9 thoughts on “An Eagle is Born

  1. Thanks Polona, Aurora and Floots My poetry is finding its way into a new direction. We shall see where exactly it leads.

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