The Time For Hovering.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

The Time For Hovering....



the eagle had
flown that high
for quite long
away from family
and home,

now is the time
for hovering and
lying low on the
tree top and then
on the ground.

(sharpening claws
honing beak)

Tuesday, October 18, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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