I stare amazed, watching hawks in the sky.

They soar with grace;  and I can’t deny,

That I wish I could sprout wings,

And commence to fly.

It’s got to be a rush, gliding around,

Getting a bird’s eye view, of everything on the ground.

Zooming over mountains, skimming the hills,

Oh my gosh, it’s got to be, one, helluva thrill!

Choosing a place to land, so I can, rest awhile,

If  Egypt was around the corner, I’d fly, over The Nile.

Then all of a sudden SWOOSH! again I take off.

Still looking to perch, somewhere nice and soft.

But then I decide, to stay up here.

It just feels so good, being a part of, the atmosphere.

There’s nothing to harm me;  for I’m the hunter, not the hunted.

Passing through the clouds, or whatever I’ve wanted.