Eagle's Wings

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A poem about a dream. Or was it?

Submitted: July 31, 2016

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Eagle's Wings

Last night I had the strangest dream
I had the body of a crow and eagle's wings,
I took to the air, found I could fly
And I looked down on so many things.

Little squares of different greens
Dotted with black, white and brown,
Ribbons of winding polka-dot grey,
And look, there is the town.

Buildings all of different heights,
Some reaching up so tall,
People that look small as ants
Move between them all.

I follow the river's flowing line
Forever travelling west,
To meet the vast expanse of sea
And white waves as they crest.

But now my wings are tiring
And it's time I'm heading home,
I find my window easily
And hop in there alone.

Morning, and the strangest thing,
A feather by my bed,
The window, it is open wide,
Maybe I'm misled.

Perhaps it was reality
And I really did take flight;
Tonight I could be something else,
I really think I might!

 


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