American Eagle

Dear eagle , 
     I thought flying was legal ,
But then again , I used to think time travel was real 
Guess not with your wings rippin through satellite frequencys
Shh. . They might be listening
Whispering through the breeze , 
Wipin past your nesting trees
Though almost extinct in the late 20th century 
Recovered your breed , now your flying with speed 
Creating the  air we breathe , subconsciously telling us what to believe. . .
But we,
dream . .
Frequently.
Of living equally
Even though we approach it weakly 
White tailed , light colored beak , beautiful mind freak 
Explain to me. . .
how high? 
 tell me why , freedom is a lie, even when it's written in the sky
            Sincerely , . . .

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