Ground Level Eagle You used to fly. You had clouds and
the
wind
for your boundaries.
You saw I
details
from heights
can only imagine
and looked down
many
like
at
me,
victims of earth and gravity. Till
one day an envious
shot stole your glory,
made you
a victim too.
Now you have a new world, marked by the width
of your perch and the length of your chain.
You
still
regally,
carry yourself
never forgetting
you once ruled the But your majesty
You used
to fly.
by Eve Parker
sky.
is
only more sad, because
