flight

Tilting my left wingtip and dropping my tailfeathers to reduce my lift, I dive to the treeline. I pull up and readjust my yaw to bounce along the treetops. I scan the forest for signs of movement and feel the morning sun warming the side of my face. I have been alone for several winters since she passed and I dream of another as she's waiting. Being a loner has kept me in shape, never needing more than I can carry and only having to watch my own back. But where do you go and why? What is the reason for a bird of prey to stay or leave a place when he has no family? I've got no one to feed but me, so I spend my days watching the cows munch, the cars go by and the sun go up and down. If that were enough I wouldn't be troubled to the point of seeking answers. Is being a bird enough? I have mastered all the arts of the talon and can fly loops around my playmates. What next? Should I just wait or do I go looking and if that then for what? The warm updrafts on the edge of the forest keep me aloft without effort. I barely need to change the direction of my wings to keep on gliding. Decision made, I will seek significance through relationships with those who need me and in return I will have their care. I flap my wings hard and point away from the sun to make the day last longer.
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