The mountains rise and fall with every climb and dive.
It is good to soar through the air, actually feeling alive.
Outstretched, my wings measure four feet which helps me glide on the breeze.
I fly across a blue horizon, reveling in a world that is carefree.
Gliding over a deep, dry canyon, I spot some easy prey.
I swoop down to seize it, ever so quickly, so it cannot get away.
I take my prey back to my nest high upon the mountain peak.
I lay it gently onto the twigs then rip into it with my beak.
I can taste the salty taste of warm blood in my mouth.
Warming all my insides, heating me inside – out.
I finish my meal and again, I take flight.
I soar off into a sunset that will soon turn into night.
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