Stay another day
My bird of prey
Spring is here
Can you hear
Euphoric tunes
Nature communes
I'll let your hooked beak
Tear no flesh
But the wintry pain of life
I'll let your keen eye sight
Descry no quarry
But the affliction of mind
No shelter you need
To feed your creed
Storm can never
Touch your sores
Above the clouds
Your flight soars
Feel my wings:
Eagle spread
Feel my heart-
Not yet dead
Spring is here
Can you hear
Stay another day
My bird of prey
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