To Freyja
I dreamt of you long before your hatch.
The name I chose for you befitting of a peregrine.
A Norse goddess wearing a cloak of falcon feathers.
As I watched you grow I nervously awaited your time to fly wild and free.
To soar the skies above the city your parents rule.
But it was not meant to be.
Fate somehow interrupted your destiny.
And your short life was no more.
And now as I watch your brother Golden learn the way of the falcon.
My eyes leak and my heart breaks at the thought of what might have been.
But I will never forget you.
Fly free my precious girl.
All my Love,
Braveheart
6.30.21
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