Robin in Hoylake

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Shadows of Eagles

Shadows of eagles cross my path
and like a field mouse, I freeze
waiting for the rush of wind-torn feather;
the grasp of talons on my back.
Still they wheel about me.

I know the way I must follow,
I can see what I must do,
My road stretches before me
straight and clear and true.
But shadows of eagles cross my path
and I cannot move.






©2012 Robin Laffan