I Shall Teach My Heart Not to Sing

I shall teach my heart not to sing

like a hooded falcon, quiet and resigned to the jesses.

To let my heart soar,

I tell myself, would be a fearsome and frightening thing.

Once I spot my prey

I would release him and fly upward.

As I ascend into the air,

my handsome hare across the room.

Diving effortlessly, I snag my man,

Falling and binding with him until

Our hearts beat as one.

But my heart's wings crumble at the whisper of wind.

I have not hunted in many years.

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