W - Wings

The falconer stood by the road,
holding aloft his golden bird
for all passersby to see.
And everyone stopped, including me,
watching enviously as the eagle soared.
Ah, the freedom of wings; the lure!
Yet, the flight ended quickly
as the creature heeded his master implicitly.
With the show finished and monies exchanged,
everyone left – the truly unchained.

 

Written for the A to Z Challenge and NaProWriMo
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