Morning Eagle

A smile today as an eagle flew, above my leafless trees,

He cried with a voice that matched my mood,

And I asked of him please,

 

Could you take me away on a southern wing,

To where the sand is soft and warm,

Teach me how to sing?

 

He does not answer, he merely flies,

Past the ways that I may follow,

Into the winter skies,

 

With a sigh I turn to my busy day,

Ignore my aching bones,

And the hand I never played.

 



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