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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.