Two hills
Rocky
Scraggy
Shaped by the last ice age
Suddenly we see them
One at 60˚
One at 210˚
Effortless
They just spread their wings
And catch the thermals
Spiraling upwards
A seagull tries to interfere
No competition
Like the zombie
She eventually runs out of steam
The eagles
However
Soar
Poetry by Nathalie 