My journal of Abba's music, short stories and poems for a contest. |
She was a photographer who had made friends with an eagle. The eagle had a broken wing and she had mended it. High, high what a feeling to fly. He had stayed with her for a few months until he was able to return to his mate. Now, she was back taking pictures of squirrels, birds, the woods and the eagle and his mate. He flew better then ever. His mate and him were talking to each other. She thought: I love hearing the stories they tell." Not that she understand their language but it was beautiful never the less. She just smiled and he landed on her arm. She gently petted him. All of a sudden, a mountain lion was charging at her! What to do? The eagles flew at him and clawed him and was screeching! The mountain lion ran off. "Thank you my friends." She thought: Is it true I can spread my wings? She meant improve her life, not fly. Her photography was printed in the top magazines. The ones about the eagle she saved had earned her an Award. She thanked her eagle friend for everything as he landed on her arm again. He was a friend and a great photography subject. She gathered her equipment and headed home. She would be back soon to film his babies. She did take pictures of the babies and they soon flew on their own. She loved filming animals but she did scenery as well. She was going to be married soon but she loved her job and would never give up photography and she would say again: "Is it true I can spread my wings?" Yes, she could and she did. She was the best! |