Member Rara Avis
An arrow streaks from silent bow
To distant cliffs on deadly search,
The aim cast high, intentions low,
To where a pair of eagles perch.
An eagle flutters to the grass,
A cry of pain upon her tongue.
A broken wing she finds she has,
And cannot fly with only one.
Her eagle eyes cast to the skies,
To mate now soaring in the wind,
To cliffs and nest, eaglets denied,
Harsh victim of an archer's sin.
She circles round, confusion wild,
Her pinions moving in the breeze.
She flaps a wing in awkward trial,
Her voice grieves out in strident pleas.
It takes two wings to soar in flight,
To play a noble eagle's role,
A single wing lends no one height,
It takes two halves to make us whole.
I didn't want to get left out of a Challenge Resurrection, nor did I want to miss this last opportunity to wish everyone a very Happy New Year!