If I could be a superhero,
I wouldn’t be a cat,
‘Cos cats climb trees
And purr a lot.
What can you do with that?
I wouldn’t be a wonder girl
Whose clothes can change
With just one twirl.
Handy though this flair could be,
It’s really not for me.
No, if I could choose a set of skills,
I know just what I’d opt for.
I’d be an eagle, flying high,
Like a feathered
Helicopter.
Transformation, quite complete,
I’d strut my stuff with wings and beak.
Feathered body, long of limb, razor talons for my protection,
I’d soar around from vantage point
With eyes sharp for detection.
I’d fly around this wondrous globe,
Bestowing golden feathers
With magic powers,
That, once they land,
Could cure and help all others.
The feathers would be cast so wide,
From here, around to all earth’s sides,
They’d tickle, grant gift of eagle eye,
Give hope to all that they too could fly
And know that soaring feeling.
In addition, as such a bird,
Large, you know, I suppose you’ve heard,
If I viewed, on earth, corruption,
Splat! I’d go, right in the eye
Of those bent on destruction.
So no, not cat nor twirling one,
I’d be super….. Eagle Woman,
With magic
In all messages,
Given to each human.
As for me, my gift to self,
Apart from eagle spying,
I’d experience
Such a buzz and thrill, from
Simply being flying.
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