Paper Cut Eyes

Eagle

Eagle

Spreading my wings up high,

reducing gravity to near nothingness.

Each strong burst of muscled power,

sending me one step closer to the clouds.

High above the world of cities,

far below the world of stars.

At the speed of an arrow I fall back to the earth.

Water so close to my body.

Timing my movement,

to the perfect timing for prey.

One sharp claw,

my dinner is drowning in mid air.

The life or a predator,

ruler of the skies.

Survivor.

Two soft bundles waiting,

screaming in their temporary home.

It's feeding time.

Breeding time.

Time to raise,

The Next Survivor.