little brown and tan angel
dark eyed determination
the mountain heights will be cold
breathes deep she coos through
her beak
she hops to test
the weight of their hopes
shes just a little beast
she rests her wings against her sides once more before
the flight
she knows not whether she lives or dies
but the mission is sure
as she lifts from the earth floor
she beats her wings against herself and the air
making flight from nothing
the stillness just as appalling as an aggressive gale
she chooses her course
with each beat of her wings
his heart he sings
her heart she brings
mundane weights as her burden
passion and peace
everthing else is nothing
dirt in her eyes
polluted air in her feathers
the weights getting heavy now
she brings the branch
to the top
to the nesting top
of the mountain
it is the first of ten hundred flights
she makes
all she has is a flimsy twig
against gravity
and watching greedy mouths
death is deviation
only one focus on her mind
with each beat of her wings
his heart he sings
her heart she brings
mundane weights as her burden
passion and peace
everthing else is nothing
she wins no award for
her perilous flight
what she earns
is place to roost at night
she has the right to keep her hopes up
high on the mountain
where they won't be swept away
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