I looked up and there he was, wings spread wide. White head reflecting the evening sun. He was gliding on the currents of the air effortlessly above the body of water that held his dinner. Perhaps he wasn't hungry or maybe just content to perch for a time. In a treetop, barren and white barked he landed. A bald eagle...the American symbol of freedom and strength.
I know it will all be okay now.
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1 comment:
A most beautiful and lyrical description of a magnificent bird, Lucy. You do write exceptionally well - I'm off now to read more of your blog.
Oh, and here - this is for you:
“It is never easy to keep reaching for dreams. Strength and courage can sometimes be lonely friends, but those who do reach, walk in stardust.”
Thank you so much for stopping by my place and for your kind comment. It's lovely to 'meet' you!
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