Eyas

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The falcon fledgling shows its joy in all

The feathers of its wings.  This infant bliss

Rides in its full felt power, though fretting small

The bird.  It daydreams stretch with thought of kiss

Of death that it will give to victim prey.

The fledgling knows that will be propelled

By inner self and guided by a sway

Inside its searching brain.  This instinct swelled

Inside him almost tyrant-like when taste

Of blood first brought to him was stuffed within

His throat and instantly his grim, debased

Imagination gave him sight of sin.

  His early wings tell claws that he must fly

    And in his sleeping he knows who must die.

© Phillip Whidden