Eagle's Ride

Soaring, soaring, soaring,

Riding the currents of air.

Watching the ground below

Pass by in ever changing hue.

Dancing this way and that

As invisible fingers lift me

Until over the water I glide.

Silently as a shadow I descend.

Talons out stretched

and another fish becomes food

for my young.

Powerful wings lift me and my prey,

Then the invisible fingers bear me home.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Beastmaster moment.

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