The Eagle

He sat there all alone

The vastness of the sky

Was once his proud domain

His wings he used no more

Trapped by huge metal bars

For men to stand and stare

How he ached himself to free.

Suddenly, he saw hope

The cage was left ajar

Forward his body surged.

Joy came back, life anew

As up and up he rose

With grace, to slide, to swoop.

Free to where he belonged.

September 1990, Hartlepool, England.

-Richard