Hungry Fish Poetry
A gallery of poetry
Monday, November 28, 2011
The lofty perch
Young and haughty falcons perch
preening over the foothills.
Severe and silent eagles
relentless in their soul's flight.
Yet these fledglings have no claws.
What eyrie births these warriors
so hard and cold like marble?
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