Her sprites were high in the sky,
Even thole her stomach was tied in a knot with hunger,
Her body weary from searching for food
With eyes almost as keen as an eagle
She looked down on those who were beneath her,
Watching them like an Hawk,
Their every move was noticed, as she waited for just one to leave their home unprotected
Appear an uncover pair,
A death diving swoop like lightening through the air energized,
Children screamed in a high pitch that only a mother could hear
A chase to no avail, because her speed was too great,
Her body was to agile,
Murderer cried into the distance sky
From high in the sky, she eased down to her young,
Happy to see their hungry faces,
Never knowing if an eagle in the sky, will see them uncovered, and feed them to her hungry young,
Just as she feeds Mrs Robin young, to hers...
Without question,
We can only except what God gives us,
or not give us...
1Manview © 1999 – 2012
:)
ReplyDeleteHello, nice to see you.
DeleteWOW, at first I thought you were describing a hungry woman trying to feed her children. It is a metaphor that can be applied to anything. Great post
ReplyDeleteYou caught me.. :) I was hoping I was getting the message through.. Thank you for the read and comment..
Deletei'm...
ReplyDeletei'm feeling this piece right now.
beautiful. just...
lisa
Hello lisa, what's up with you? You know were to find me...
Deletejust a little lost right now.
Deletebut i'll find my way.
thank you 1manview...i do.
Saddens me to see that glow gone from you, :(
DeleteBut its a cross we all bear at different stages of our life..
Have a great day
And better tomorrows...
Fantastic!
ReplyDeleteKisses and hugs.
Thanks much Diana...
DeleteLife, indeed.
ReplyDeleteAlways a twist to keep us on out toes.. Thanks Sweets..
DeleteOtimo texto.. bjinhos otima semana
ReplyDeleteObrigado, agradeço a sua visita ...
DeleteAbraços ...
Otimo texto adorei boa semana pra vc bjos
ReplyDeleteThank you for the read Reggie, its appreciated...
ReplyDelete:)
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