Teetering
Between earth and sky
Poised on the edge
Of a mountain cliff
The sea breaking crashing
In silent froth
Far down below
The fledgling braces itself
Against a gusting wind
The unmovable earth
Holds its captive firm
Loath to let go a spirit free
From its unrelenting grip
With tender talons
It grips its life’s skin
With awkward flap
It unfolds its tender will
Tottering swaying rocking
It lets go -- into the wind
-by Rita Putatunda
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