Chapter
1 - Golden Eagle
I
am flying around looking
for something to eat I
feel a pain I
look to my right Where
is my wing? I
feel confused My
head is starting to spin My
energy is fading fast I
am falling to the ground A
warmness is flowing over me. Strange
- the rain should be cold… I
am getting specks on my eyes of
amber and dark blue I
look for my wing again All
I see is blood dripping down What
the hell is happening to me? I
hear my bones crack as I hit the ground Blood
seeps out of my veins My
life is fading fast How
did I come to this? I
had a full life ahead of me Silence
is all I hear… My
body moulds to the ground My
lungs are no longer full is
this the end? Is
this all there is to death? Just
a last breath of air The
last spark of energy is gone The
silence is now complete… The
bird is lying there dead Feathers
soaked in the rain Blood
seeping every where Mud
turning red Sky
turning dark grey BUT WAIT The
sun is starting to peep through clouds There
is an energy in the air The
dead bird’s body is starting to stir … My lungs are starting to heave My claws are starting to move My wings are starting to flap There’s a tingle in my veins There’s a prickle in my claws There’s air in my lungs The wind is gathering me up
Like
a ball of energy from the sun Soaring
over mountains and valleys He
needs no food this time He
survives on gold from the sun Golden
Eagle is his name He
soars through the skies
Cynthia
Soal and Golden Eagle Monday,
17 July 2006
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