The Eagle Man
As He stands at the cliffs edge
He must decide which part to take
Forests behind, blue skys in front
Jump or turn, soar or run.
As He thinks, He steps back
One foot in front, the other behind
He has chosen, it’s time to act
He runs and jumps, howling in fear.
He throws out his arms
While they begin to sting
Feather emerge
He’s now free.
Feet to talons, arms to wings
He’s an eagle, the king of pride and power
The fierce, the mighty
On this day, this hour.