An Imperial Eagle flew over my head Today
As if to Put me in my Place and Say
That although I could Pay for a Seat
And take my Place up in the Air
I never the Cool Air would feel
Ruffling my Feathers coursing over my Tail
As I Tilt and Shift without a Thought
Re- Focusing my Invisible Trail
As I Rise and Lift on Streams of Air
Harnessing Nature’s Power
All without Extraction or Engineering
Or even a Flight Control Tower
I Watched in Awe and Called to Her
My Cries lost to the Wind
But I felt our Connection
I felt her Condescend
To Look on Down on Poor Ground Locked Me
In Sadness and in Sympathy
Never to Know the True Joys of Flight
To Balance on the Winds so Light
But then she grew Bored of my Company
Tipped a Wing and Soared Away
Away to Westward in Hunting Mode
Not travelling High but Gliding Low
Eyes to the Ground where the Landlocked Live
Some of whom their Lives would Give
And their Atoms Soar into the Heights
Vicariously to Enjoy the Gift of Flight
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