Cuts the heart from the once proud and courageous being
The heart of the eagle lies bloody and desolate on the ground
Without her heart her wings are clipped and she can no longer soar with the freedom of love
She went willingly to the hands of the hunter. Tasty morsels luring her in.
She had no way of knowing that a cage awaited her with hood and jesses to bind her.
She came willingly, gave freely. The tasty morsels barely keeping her hope alive.
Once captured she discovers her majesty and grace, her love would not be returned to her.
Now her wings are clipped and she is no longer the graceful proud creature the hunter wanted
She is hungry, half starved wanting only to be loved in return, her heart soaring free once more.
The hood has been removed. She sees her cage and the jesses binding her feet.
With her mighty beak she rends the jesses, working at her freedom
Her flight feathers will grow back, she will soar free once again
Her heart will heal. One more scar adds the weight of experience.
She continues to look for the hunter who understands her needs, willing to give back what she so freely gives.
© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2012
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