The nightingale soars faster than dawn can rise; its rosy fingers straining for her talons. Air lifts her wings and tosses her higher.
Fly, nightingale, fly.
With her heart full, she stops to sleep, just before her day begins.
Live, nightingale, live.
Ponies and Martinis 
Such a creative take on the prompt. Well done!
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Thank you! I was a little intimidated with all of the talent around me, but this was very fun.
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Flying and living: interchangeable.
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So true!
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Soar high!
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Love the opening image, the rosy fingers straining for her talons.
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Thank you. I was a Classics major in college, and I think a bit of Homer was coming through.
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I second that on the “rosy fingers…”! Beautiful imagery!
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Thank you!!
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beautiful!
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Thank you!
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A wonderful tribute to Maya, if I’m reading this right. The imagery of dawn’s red fingers reaching for the nightingale is perfect!
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Thank you so much; that means a lot to me. Maya Angelou is such an inspiration for me as a writer.
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This is a beauty! A joy to read.
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Thank you.
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