It was an early Monday morning as she looked across the meadow,
her eyes gleaming against the morning light.
The scent of wildflowers soaring past her.
Maybe Lillys, maybe roses, or maybe even the pink lotus from across the meadow.
She sat on the bough and whistled excitedly to her neighbors.
She knew most of her neighbors.
She didn't know their names, or where exactly they were from,
but she certainly enjoyed their company just as much and they probably enjoyed hers.
She enjoyed the light breeze coming from the east
and imagined she was far far away, flying with the wind.
She quickly looked up and saw the eagle soaring to its prey.
 So fierce yet so beautiful.
She wished she could be like him, fearless and great.
Meanwhile, across the bough, her babies began to cry.
They were hungry.
She shook out her feathers and took one
giant leap off of the branch and flew,
across the meadow,
feeling the wind under her wings.