Nothing is sadder to a soaring eagle,
used to flying above the highest ridges
and to defying the top of the volcanoes,
than to be obliged to walk on earth,
like men and those other animals
that live on the ground floor.
Crooked by the suns, rains and snows
of countless days, nights and seasons,
it is unable to raise that ultimate flight
to the last sleep on the rocky caves,
around its native country the skies.
Published in Red Wolf Journal, September 12, 2016.