AQUILA PULCHRA

 

Subtle the sound of a cocoon cracked
New butterfly on high mountain verge
Wind blows is that the way to go
Not sure where he stood or where to go

Eyes open wide he looks around
Friends and foes soon to be found
Then came the question of his wings
If they'd prevail against the winds

Soon he breaks forth in tremulous wavy flight
Into a world of both darkness and light
The songs The cheers The soothing beauty
And awful monuments of virtue's frailty

Time went swiftly by
Or was it how fast he could fly?
Wings now fully spread
Beauty by all plainly read

The wind bears in her majesty all that comes along
For a nice short spin or a ride too long
Soon he learns not everyone is a friend
And against many he must himself defend

Flying high or low the journey goes on
Through fragrant meadows in joyous blossom
Through success or struggle
Not a bug but an eagle

©Benjamin Emmanuel Dabuwar