A mother’s eye

The mother bird soars in the splendid sky,
And flies in the winds low and high
And flutters her feathers in the ferocious breeze,
She’s in a long search, she cannot seize
She thinks of her child sad and sore,
Who longs for food from his heart’s deep core,
She flies through mounts, she flies through lands,
She flies through oceans, she flies through sands
She flies and flies with her feathers becoming wet,
She searches for food she hasn’t found yet
And then she eventually chooses to stop,
And rests herself on a tree’s top
And then by sudden lightening pace,
She finds herself in hunter’s gaze
She is suddenly hit by an arrow,
That draws blood from her capillaries narrow
She gives out her last sigh,
And thinks of her child when she’s going to die
She thinks of her child sad and sore,
Who longs for food from his heart’s deep core.
And then she enters her eternal sleep,
And remembers her child from her heart deep
And looking through a mother’s eye,
She sees only her child when she dies.