Sharp golden eyes showed a fierce feeling of pride and a strong steady self conscience. A fight for living gleamed in those golden globes. But also he was an honorable creature. A creature that could understand....a bird aware of feelings of others around it and with the mind power to act accordingly to these feelings. But the will to just survive was one of the strongest.
Heavy wind shot against the bird's body, feathers veered up and gaped to show a soft skin below. The mighty eagle felt a cool sensation throughout his mighty body as it ruffled his feathers this way and that. He was a wise creature, but also a creature that always longed to prove himself in a good challenge. Right now, the mighty eagle fought the wind.
He was young and energetic, he tried his wings every moment he could. The eagle loved flying as all eagles do; it was as if someone had inscribed throughout his mind the joys of flying, the wonder of it. But as he fought the wind with uprising joy, he did not even think of food, not much at all of survival his eyes scanned the beautiful mountain scenery. He also scanned the skies full of wonder.
Deep, dark blue clouds, green tinted here and there. Humid--pleasant in the wind temperature...So far it had been a lovely day to fight the wind or give in for a moment to ride the wind. As surfing was to humans, gliding upon the winds was to birds, and he had a deep passion for this as well as fighting the wind.
This awesome creation sought to fly on and on this day, he wanted to explore the never-ending realm of the skies, I could sense it. He wanted to dig deeper into the mysteries of the world...These feelings pulsed through him in a steady beat. He felt as if his energy was unlimited, he could do anything. He felt to in tune with his surrounding and most of all himself and the Creator he couldn't let himself stop soaring.
His beak gave way to shrill but fierce calls of happiness and endurance, he listened as it echoed back to him, quieter and quieter ‘til it faded as mist. The eagle dived low, play chasing a terror-stricken squirrel. Then he turned up abruptly, letting a whirl-wind catch his body in a fury of movement. He did loops in the sky, calling out again with joy. His body was beautiful, the dark rich brown a tint of healthy gleaming shown through this brown, ‘til it gave way to his pure white silky head and neck. He was a creature worthy of many poems... a creature worthy of a whole ballad.
He dived below again into the evergreens, his shades of colors blending rightfully with that around him. Life buzzed around him as he descending, much of it was small creatures charging into holes and cubbies, others were respectable animals, such as a moose that raised its head, gazing at the fleeting bird. It's young one that had snorted, fearful of the large predator-bird watched with awe as the eagle pounced back through the evergreens...dancing and singing in the breezes and gusts of sharp wind.
If you were to just look into those saffron chasms we call eyes, though I believe is the window to the soul, your body would have stiffened out of deep respect for the eagle, and you would have seen the reflections of his memories...Of survival, cunning, pain and love...his beak though dangerous made him appear even more brave and respectful to the things that are wise to in this world...if you could see the way his body twisted and turned, full of agility in the wind your spirits would have soared with him...feeling his delight and self conscience power of being a lord of the endless realms of sky...But you will never really understand it will you? I still hear his voice echoing after me, as he looked down at me, mountains at his back with snow on their lofty peaks, evergreen branches separating us by only a few, we seemed to have an understanding and his eyes, the window to his soul said, "Come soar with me, I will take you to the tops of the mountains, show you the mysteries of the world...fly with me and we shall see where the earth stops to mists and cascading water, where the water falls off of this small world and drains forever into a never ending chasm...where the stars echo The Almighty's name and crown his crest...come with me."
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Written by Bottleblondesurfer (3141 comments posted) 28th July 2006 | | It was an interesting and original piece of work,vividly writtnen and well structured. lots of rich descrition and detail. I think you should put this in short stories as it is more a narrative piece and it would get a wider audience there |
Written by anna_svit-kona (42 comments posted) 28th July 2006 | | Thank you. I will try that. |
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