First Winter

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Waiting
Hearing muffled sounds
Fearful and impatient
I stay in darkness.

Breaking out,
"No more," I cry.
My senses overload.
I'm terrified and awed.

Caring parents
Take care of me
Raise me
Then let me go.

Flying solo
Surviving
Adapting
But winter,
My first winter,
I found myself longing,
Crying
For my parents
To feed me.

-Mountain Hawk

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