Eagle's Cry

Eagle’s Cry

I stretch my wings,
testing my artistic freedom,
leaping into the fickle winds.

With eagled perception
I locate herds of ideas and visions
that scurry on the mental planes.

Descending in rapid fashion
I grasp a thought as it flees
and squeeze the artistic juice free.

My beak clamps down
on its meaty hide, ripping,
seizing its essence from bones.

Ahh, but I am not fulfilled,
never fully satisfied,
I always hunger, craving more.

I dive again and again,
searching for that choice piece
that will give me immortality.