The Moya View
The eagle
brushstroked black
talons to beak
broke red blue
in the white sky
tiny scarlet prey
fought and died
in once soft grasp
matron touch
a child freely
loved plumped fed and feathered
in aerie
tall safe high from
screech and whoop
the drop to the
loops of barbed wire below
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JONATHAN MOYA
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I like this a lot. It reads very well with a rush to the end.
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