Mine is the flight… soaring quite High … though it’s night… as Daybreak comes… I’ve Keen Falcon sight… A meal dashing wildly… scurrying just below… my quick dive.. let’s some creature know ….that it is prey…
Someday My Wings… will not claim the sky… in the meantime searching.. as I maneuver and dive… extending talons hooked sharp… and deadly… pure Instinct profounding in my head…. with a super surreal soft melody….
My Superior flight above Tree Tops… I’m singing…
To fly like me is what you long for… some sweet Skyline dreaming…
As I swoop barely seen… a bolt of lightning… those that are beholding are terrified and frightened… my Talons grip … ripping at flesh…. dressing out my Victim…. as it takes its final breath… and I feed….
