I am a garage eagle
My mountains are made
Of concrete and brick.
Metal, smoking animals
Crawl through my
Cave.
Bellowing and loud
Sometimes they
Hit us.
I feed here and here is where my mate
And family dwells.
My aerie is a
Compartment
A recess in the wall.
Here i nest and
I rest.
I do not complain.
I can hide from the
Winds and the
Snows and the rain.
A
Karen Lyons Kalmenson
I am a proud senior, forever hippie, who has incorporated the peace and love vibe into the technosphere of the 21st century. Gratitude and love of all beings is what I live for and how I live. My husband and I are guardians of pteribird, now in heaven and Magic Mikey a special needs senior parrot, whose intelligence and love is beautiful and humbling. Blessings
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