Make it Write The Endless Search for Home The moonlight shone brilliantly through the soft, fir pine tree forest. A flutter of wings was heard over head as a Hawk sailed gently over the tree tops. This Hawk was a peculiar hawk though. It's appearance was nearly transparent. This was a SpiritHawk. A Hawk which was wise in many aspects of life, and could adapt easily to almost any situation that it is placed under. Yet, this SpiritHawk is having trouble with his wisdom, and is having difficulty adapting to the hardship that is presented before it every night. It is searching. It searches for a specific woman. A woman who is wild, vibrant, and free. Her spirit is free for she has escaped the man who has plagued her life for too many years. Nevertheless, the SpiritHawk was unwillingly left behind in the grasping binds of the man. And, every night, the SpiritHawk gets its chance to search. It searches for a way to escape. A way to fly and be free with that woman who loves it so much. So the Hawk continues flying over that endless forest of pines. The moon never stops shining, and the Hawk never stops flapping. Then, waking in a cold sweat, I sit up in bed and cry softly to myself. I cry that someday I will be with my Mother. |
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