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Author: A. Lone Fox
Fiction Rated: T - English - Poetry/General - Published: 09-22-06 - Updated: 09-22-06 - id:2250579

Flying

The thermals below my feathers

Carry me forever

Above the hassles far below

The clouds are my playground

And there is only one sound

The wings of my thermal partner, the water fowl

The patch work of cities below me

The wind blows and sets my heart free

And the limitless sky lies beyond

I drift lazilly with my wings out stretched

All my feathers perfectly meshed

And the smell of fire far away

The storm from not long ago

Had struck a tree a mighty blow

And sent my home up in flames

I have not eaten for not eaten for three days

Since I lost my mate who had begun to lay

I looked to my neighbor; the water fowl

He had lost his mate to the flames as well

I had watched her as she fell

Into the trees far below

The water fowl circled the place where she fell

Hoping beyond hope she was well

Leaving me to wonder when next I'd eat

The fowl circled for half the day then gave up

He flew a mile away in a huff

And ran head long into a tree

I heard the snap from my thermal perch

There would be no need to search

My thermal neighbor was throughly dead

I was going to eat because of him

I followed in the direction he had been

I would not starve tonight

I disliked myself for eating the fowl

I scavenged him from an earthen bowl

I never stopped for an instant

I did what I did to survive

Just the way my ancestors had thrived

Among the clouds; forever in the skies

A.N.. i wrote this as an observation in my nature journal and then it evolved into a poem... i thinks its rather good... enjoy... and yes i know that ducks dont use thermals because there power flappers... but when i wrote the log my angle made it look like the duck was on the same thermal as the eagle... i think i did a good job of keeping the eagles ferrality and yet personifying it as well... as i said this as based off actual observations... though the loss of mates was a smudge on my part as was the birds suicide... i knew they both were paired and i didnt see there mates with them so i made an assumption... same with the gooses death... upon finding his remains i did a field disection... its neck was broke but weather before or after death was impossible... still i think its good so please read and review...



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