View From Above
by Carmen H Gray
A branch broke under his weight
I looked up and saw only the white tips
Of a grand wing span
The sun cleansing fetid remnants of forages
His eyes met with mine
As if to say,
Patience, my queen
Learn how to reprocess life
For I am the essence of
Resourcefulness and nobility
Not a living thing shall I take
Not a breath shall I steal
Not a neck shall I break
A strange and curious power lies
In turning death back into life
Monarca Rising 
One response to “View From Above”
Your poem today is really beautiful.I enjoyed it very much.
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