Some strands of attachment

I am silently watching this spectacle
Wheeling off the theatre
Two dark eyes is all that moves
And some traces of humanity
Clothed in white, softly making a suggestion I can hardly miss

No different
As the expectant pair are taking turns
To touch life with their caress
As their beaks make some twigs
Wallop in burrowed nest

I have seen them preparing
For the first flight
With some experiments and trials
With the wings, that hadn’t flapped
And they kept pushing the grip
Till the edge is lost in the first leap

No different
As I stand at the gate
And the steps must make way
For the raging pursuits
As the last grip is about to wither
Some strands of attachment

 
The smiles are deeply forlorn
And my task is no more borne
To the measure of duty
That I had set out
In the credo
Of a passage