Six Word Stories: Material Goods.

Everything was nothing but empty echoes.

The Messenger

King of the birds

The eagle did fly

To the edge of the Earth

So high in the sky

Looking back down

As angels do see

That mighty eagle

Gazed upon me

I could feel his eyes

So piercingly bright

That it lighted my world

It turned day to night

And I decided to seek him

Ask if he might

Deliver a message 

I couldn’t reach by bike

To take up a letter

And give it to mum

A note, a reminder

From her only son

That I always think of her

Despite the great space

And I’ll always be hoping

She saves me a place