There is nothing brave here

There is nothing brave here

As the day draws on

It is biology

Fuelling the movement

From one crisis

Of confidence

To another

As the eagle flies

Far from home

Following its own shadow

Seeking displacement

In the hollows

An indiscretion

In the afternoon

There is pause,

A momentary shift

In balance

Before the plummet

To the ground

Tooth hits claw

In a frenzy of victory

And vanquished

Blood splashed feathers

Scarlet on stone

It is not bravery

But biology

One step in front of the other

Everyday

Even as the reason

Bears little scrutiny

There is no grand scheme

But an ever decreasing

Series of choices

Some made easier

With fewer mistakes

Moderate success

Construed as a plan

There is no direct route

Way out, exit sign

Or road map

No stardust crushed

Into the soles of our feet

Just a wild stumble through

A human jungle

Realised, as predator

Or prey

This is not bravery

But biology

What else would we do…

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