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A Bird Cursed to Be a Human

Updated on February 27, 2014
The Proud Bald Eagle
The Proud Bald Eagle | Source

Spirit goes much deeper than specter or apparition

This also goes beyond the birthright of a patrician.

It is the semblance of one who cannot be bought

A true characteristic, commonly sought.


Spirit is what keeps one from falling in mire,

A strategic and important theme of desire.

It is a benefit of ethic and hard work

A talisman for some, duty to never shirk.


Living and breathing, I’ll always have some

Stately bearing and freedom will always come.

Overcoming the ineptitude impossible

No matter what comes, anything is plausible.


Spirit is the difference between life and death,

This I’ll swear to, until my final breath.

Save me from shallowness, baseness and greed

The strength of my heart, I’ll always heed.


Give me the strength that that I always seek

Provide me providence and blind faith at my feet

For I may jump and grapple at what I don’t see.

Which are the things I rarely believe.


Due to my unwitting strong nature and heart

The sovereign strength will never depart.

I’ll not leave this life with weakness and suffocation

Habit and stubbornness my strongest fixations.


I’ll do it or die, my credo since birth

This has kept me firm-footed on my Mother Earth.

Though in this current life, I cannot fly

My final wish is to soar through the sky.


Come hell or high water I’ll get there soon enough

Determination and true grit have made me tough.

Until my final breath I’ll transform then,

And soar on the thermals yet again.

© 2014 Deb Hirt

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      Deb Hirt 3 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Thanks so much, Ruby. I feel like I am in another world when I am within the arms of nature.

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      Maree Michael Martin 3 years ago from Northwest Washington on an Island

      Oh yes, I run outside and listen the the eagles calling out their freedom as the soar out of the trees towards the water. Beautiful poems you write, your bird passion shining through.

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      Deb Hirt 3 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Thanks, DDE. It is amazing some of the things that are being learned about animals now. Did you know that elephants are sentient?

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      Devika Primić 3 years ago from Dubrovnik, Croatia

      Being a bird and to wonder of whenever sounds just a free life. A great thought.

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      Deb Hirt 3 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Anna, thanks. Passion gets me everywhere...

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      Anna Haven 3 years ago from Scotland

      I have dreamed before of flying when I have been sleeping, and it felt amazing.

      I love the power and faith in your words.

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      Deb Hirt 3 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      And that has truly paid off!

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      The Examiner-1 3 years ago

      Like anything else, you learn with a good teacher and experience.

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      Deb Hirt 3 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      At first, it was a little unsettling to put medicine on the pads of an eagle's foot, but if the toes are held apart correctly, they cannot be closed upon your hand. Like anything else, you get used to it. Two people are supposed to work with one eagle.

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      The Examiner-1 3 years ago

      Congratulations Deb. Was it scary?

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      Deb Hirt 3 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Yes. I have cared for eagles barehanded, and done things that they would never permit the average person to do.

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      The Examiner-1 3 years ago

      They know when we are trying to help them?

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      Deb Hirt 3 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Thanks so much, Harish. There is nothing more beautiful than a bird on the wing.

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      Harish Mamgain 3 years ago from India

      Thanks Kevin for sharing this hub. Deb, this poem is a great one and how I sometimes envy those eagles flying so high in the blue sky ; making circles round and round ; moving with wonderful grace and sometimes getting into a mischievous intentional mild entanglement ! I love these lovely birds. Great poem and I'll not forget it easily.

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      Deb Hirt 3 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      And believe me, they know it. I have been there.

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      The Examiner-1 3 years ago

      That is for sure Deb, except when we are trying to help them.

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      Deb Hirt 3 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Thanks, Kevin. The birds are meant to be free, in all respects.

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      The Examiner-1 3 years ago

      Awesome Deb. I felt as if I was soaring as I was reading this and I also felt sorry for the one thinking/saying it. I loved it! I as if I was felt part of it from beginning to end. Voted up, awesome, beautiful, and shared.

      Kevin

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      Deb Hirt 3 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Dave, you are so right. Birds go about nature's business, and that is enough for them.

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      Dave 3 years ago from Lancashire north west England

      Beautiful bird,beautiful poem , beautifully written. Unlike humans birds never feel sorry for themselves no matter how life treats them. Great read.

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      Deb Hirt 3 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Thanks, Rolly! Yes, they are such beauties and so regal.

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      Rolly 3 years ago

      We'll done .... Such a majestic bird. I spent many hours watching the in the nortth..... Hugs

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      Deb Hirt 3 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      boutiqueshops, that will NEVER happen. I have been at it way too long.

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      Sylvia 3 years ago from Corpus Christi, Texas

      I am in awe at the beauty of your work. Thank you for sharing it with the world this way. What an inspiration - I can close my eyes and visualize soaring high above the earth as an eagle. Don't ever stop writing!

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      Deb Hirt 3 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Thanks, Faith Reaper! I will soar above you one day and it would be nice if you'd wave to me...

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      Faith Reaper 3 years ago from southern USA

      Oh, I love this poem and how appropriate to write about being a bird. I have always wanted to be one to soar into those blue skies!!! That would be just so amazing indeed.

      I just love this poem.

      Up and more and sharing.

      Blessings,

      Faith Reaper

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      Deb Hirt 3 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Jackie, they are going to be cold this weekend…batten down the hatches.

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      Jackie Lynnley 3 years ago from The Beautiful South

      It would not surprise me that you would love to be a bird, if just for a day....but no, don't think that would do you. A bird would be cursed to be a human, for sure! ^

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      Deb Hirt 3 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Billy, perhaps some of us will get that chance...

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      Bill Holland 3 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Wouldn't it be incredible to soar on those thermals? What a goal for us all.