Destiny

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Like an eagle confined to a cage,
The soul chaffs for another world,
Brighter, freer world of soft winds,
Refreshing mist and high vistas.
It was never created for the cage.

When the hand of death opens
The confining door of flesh
It flies free
Seeking by instinct its true realm.

Learning to fly.

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Flash fiction from July 2014

Song Bird Songs

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Looking down from dizzy heights he trembled feeling his inadequacy, unable to launch off. Home had become uncomfortable, no longer the cosy nest of childhood. He felt prodded, wounded even, father reluctant to feed him, insisting he was old enough to forage for himself. His siblings had already gone soaring to dizzy heights, looking down on him he feared.
A sudden upsurge of inspiration seized upon him. He opened his wings feeling its soothing caress. Then suddenly he was airborne, the wind lifting him in its arms like a lover.
First there was a slight panic as he lost altitude. Then, as by instinct he tilted his wings catching the updraft, joy coursed through his being. He was at one with the elements, finding total freedom soaring on the wings of the wind. He knew then in his heart, he was born to be an eagle!

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