	The Eagle Hichut�E
News TaWaKa NeRaTaYa TahCha RoWiNaHiNa KuhPa Scrapbook Links Contact us		I wandered along the lonely ridge trail One crisp, clear January day With visions of wildfowl wintering On the marshy Bayou Sauvage stage. The egret in shades of white, blue, and gray The call of the hawk, the shimmering finches, The rails as they glided away Nature at its best, so I thought In the solitude of my journey that day. Along my path to the northern rim I saw a lone FEATHER Undisturbed and grand I continued on and let it lie The way that nature planned. But the FEATHER beckoned to me How I do not understand. I hearkened to its message Reversed my course And admired it in my grasp. I never saw the EAGLE Soaring under that January sun But as my fingers stroked the FEATHER The EAGLE and I became one.





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