Wednesday, March 24, 2021

Flying high


it was a cloudy, gloomy day
until I looked up and saw them.
Flying high overhead, circling like
eagles on the updraft, then 
spinning down like hawks 
until
the sail spins and slows,
she glides in for a landing
stepping forward onto the 
ground.
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