Eagle Feather Carried By the Wind

The northern wind catches me and takes me upriver I repose for a bit next to teensy startled minnows She returns for me and flicks me up into the sky I am light and lithe, unhurried, unworried, and we are off. You are so lucky! A prissy prim violet calls to me as I pass. I do not understand floral, so I stick out my chin a bit. Wind whispers against the leaves as we head through forest of oak. I am on the road again, my heart singing, wishing for another eagle.