Slowly it crept

becoming softer

hardly noticed

time flowed on

silence grew unnoticed

It has been 10 months

hiking and walking 4 to 6

days a week to regain my strength

a difficult journey to recovery.

Goals were needed to succeed.

Two fawns and a doe

on the other side of a fence

looked across the park,

seeking to escape the barking dog

and retreat to high grass

Shades of gold and brown across the shoulders

And a head of gold

It perched atop a tall boulder

surveying the field below

 

Suddenly, seeing something I could not

a leap into the wind

wings outstretched,

catching the air. It soared

 

Leaning wings left or right

weaving among the boulders

and over the field, wings still

outstretched catching morning thermals

 

Rising air of the morning

giving lift to its flight till suddenly

wings collapse, it dives into tall grass.

Prey invisible, but breakfast found.

Once upon a time,

or so the story opens.

At least that’s what we say.

But is it really some imaginary

tale we tell ourselves to

make the reality speak more softly?