My heart flutters, even as Luna's wings,
in excitement and expectancy for what
is about to happen...flight. Her body is pulsing
and ready, and while I would love to have her
linger, I know she must be set free.
Her fashioned home of twigs and branches
will no longer suffice. She must be loosed
for all that awaits her.
And so she leaves, confidently flying off into the
darkness, even as the rain falls gently.
A tear of joy and a little sadness also falls gently.
Is that not the way a loved one's
ascension feels?
A time for soaring has come,
and those on the ground
look with awe,
as fluttering becomes fluid flight.
Good night, sweet Luna.
