Freedom Poem by Mockingjay Mellark

My wings are stretched
Like those of the eagle
Each pinion stretched always
To touch the high sky
She flaps them wide
The scream of the eagle
She lets known her freedom
Gravity she doth defy
Less'n a pittance of care for what goes on below
Sooth- I see her go
But a pale speck on the horizon now
I life o'er not to be as her
Wings dipping the clouds most feathery banks
And o to soar
Whilst screaming, crying: Freedom!
And flying high, so high....