Alone among the houses,
Running in the streets,
Birds and squirrels look at me,
Twittering a merry welcome.
The wind blows, ruffling my hair,
As I delight in the freedom,
No one here to force me,
To be what I am not.
Free to be myself,
As an eagle in the mountains,
All I have to do is spread my wings,
To fly.
In the bright summer morning,
As the sun rises in the sky,
People come to doorways,
Yawning in the light.
I wave, they smile,
A breathless hello,
Then I'm free again,
Trailed by my footsteps.
Jogging, sprinting,
Running free,
The eagle lands, her flight ends:
The eagle who is me.
Written July 2000, Nicole La Fetra
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