On this fall day
traveling a rustic road
in Wisconsin’s north country
I’d come upon three of them
feasting by the roadside.
Thinking they were crows
perhaps pheasants
or when they launched skyward
maybe hawks;
Then one of the three banked right
coming within a wing-span of my window
gliding next to me barely dipping to capture lift .
My drive forward, his bronze head parallel
until I finally pulled over
marveling at how a day such as this
can be anything but fine
freedom traveling my way.
Poem: Jackiella
Eagle Nebula – NASA
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