I see the red feathers
Flutter in the wind
As you propel yourself
Into the sky
I watch as you
Glide and
Soar
Through the air
Your feathers fluttering
In the wind
You seem not to mind
As you soar and
Glide
Through the air
Hunting for your meal
I watch you circle
And soar
Until you find
Something you like
You swoop down
With such force
And
Gusto
That it makes me wonder
If your prey
Gets scared
That they see you
And instantly die
Of perhaps a heart
Attack
As I mourn your
Prey I realize
Every thing must
Eat
In order to survive
No matter how
Hard it is to
See prey being
Eaten
That after all is
The food
Chain