you called me from bed;
I heard your call
and knew you were close by,
it was time to rise.
I watched your gaze
from the tall Fir tree,
and then you called again,
long and with meaning.
You looked well
healthy and ready for the day.
A single small feather
from your chest fluttered down,
curling toward neighbouring
Cedar and Fir;
I watched,
wondering if I could
see where it landed,
if it made it to earth.
You lifted your wings
gathering brown body under you
tucking strong legs up,
and flew west.
I watched you fly away
and thanked you for stopping by
to call me into the day and
remind me you are well
this dawn before
your 58th birthday.
Title borrowed from Joanne Shenandoah:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wUYKWSf7UDo (music starts at 23 sec.)
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