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| An Eagle Soars I watched her soaring high above, On updrafts lifting high. Soaring on, swift and sure, high up in the sky. She looked so carefree, all alone, No friend was by her side. Flying high above the land, this soldier of the sky. In years gone by this was a choice, She was picked to be our guide. Now we find her everyday, on her daily ride. With feathered wings, tips unfurled, she searches far and wide. Sometimes hunting food below, her mate may not find. For he is home at the nest, his children at his feet. Protector of his family, providing what they need. You see they take their turns at this, It�s his turn for a while. While she is gone to do her work, covering many miles. The little ones are helpless, all bundled in the nest. And the two stay to care for them, or at least do their best. He settles in to comfort them, As they snuggle up inside. He quiets their fear when dangers near, his children are his pride. A familiar shadow whispers by, She is welcomed by the rest. Now the family is together, all around the nest. She brought food to feed the young, Saving none for herself. As she prepares her babies meal, the mate eats on a rocky shelf. Now with his hunger sated, he leaps from the ledge. To soar off in the distance, and fulfill his pledge. There�s a moral to this story, in fact several here within. I hope you saw yourself in here, taking turns�.Her and Him. The Masked Writer <-.-> <o.o> � 2001 T Lovett |
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