your wings gather no dust
they flap and fly you free
leaving behind surroundings
flying ever so high above,
watching the intruders walk
through your domain and
all that your eyes claim
all those years ago when
you fought to the death
to be free and clear but now
you must search again for
that tree of trees on which
you will build another nest
and forget momentarily that
man is not far behind you.
13Oct14
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