High Winds Weathering

Grande view

Lonely perspective

Raptor on its’ perch

Strange outlook

Aimless in its’ search


Taking note, but never wing

Flightless one

Pray, come to me

See my feathers, see my eyes

See my talons set to rest, razor beak dulled by time

Remind yourself, age takes pity on no earthly living thing

Neither beast nor man, or anything between

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