the gentle curve of a graceful bird neck
mine as I survey my earth with eyes golden
my talons gripping tightly the ledge on which
I cast my vantage, search and lock. and I

my wings snap gracefully open and catch
four winds. feeling the smooth bands of
sleek muscle flex in the breast of my flight muscles
wings of swift, wings of agile
swing powerfully to the atmosphere
ice of height to cling my feathers pale
truly, to feel so free –