The Gift

Prompt/Week # 13 Write a poem about a bird! Any bird, any color, your choice!

The Gift

Overhead, the eagle flew. Dancing with the wind.
Riding the current, drafting on the foregone fathers.
Circles, blocking the sun for brief moment, white head shining.
A mighty sweep of wings to allow for soaring,
stretched wide, tip feathers spread.
Small, at cliff's edge, I watch
mesmerized by glory, freedom.

Loosened feather wafts downward,
spirals, dancing its own dance.
I yearn to catch it, but it feels
too far away. A breeze pushes me, I sway
from cliff edge, too far to fall without
wings of my own. Not what he teaches.
Still my hand rises, my soul reaches out.

Black eagle feather, tipped in white,
sideslips, flattens, drifts.
Just beyond my hand's grasp,
if not my soul's. I have lost the eagle in the sun,
but the feather wisps closer to land
in my hand. He has bequeathed me a gift.
The honor all mine to live up to the feather.