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With eyes caught on my target, talons outstretched and wings tucked tightly into my sides, I dive.
Wind whistles through my feathers, I feel alive now more than ever.
My prey, so unaware and naive swims through the sparkling crystal waters.
I feel bad for it almost, but this is instinct and my chicks were waiting.
The only sound the kill made was when my talons breached the water.
I made it quick and seized my prize.
After all someday I could be the fish and the fish the falcon.
Wind whistles through my feathers, I feel alive now more than ever.
My prey, so unaware and naive swims through the sparkling crystal waters.
I feel bad for it almost, but this is instinct and my chicks were waiting.
The only sound the kill made was when my talons breached the water.
I made it quick and seized my prize.
After all someday I could be the fish and the fish the falcon.
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mid-step,
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Creative title I know, but here it is! 'Tis another in my AFP (Animal First Person) writing series. Hope you will like 
Animal: Falcon.
Time: 1hr. (accumulated editing time)
Inspiration: the circle of life. <--Lion King Moment..
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Animal: Falcon.
Time: 1hr. (accumulated editing time)
Inspiration: the circle of life. <--Lion King Moment..
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Autumn Leaves Dry autumn leaves are the carpet beneath my hooves.
Moss under a young sapling provides me with what few amount of rain drops have survived these parched last few weeks.
Stars are beginning to shine in the dim light. By this time of year there should be storm clouds filling the sky from dusk 'til dawn. But this year has been strangely quiet of thunder and scarce of rain.
I scratch my long antlers against a strong oak tree and tingle with the pleasure. The forrest has it's small comforts.
Squirrels dart up an Oak, chasing each other ever higher. They dare each other with their leaps from trunk to trunk and catch themselves on the
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Desert Rain Lightning flashes, illuminating the shadowed sky.
Rains will come soon, bringing life to this desolate land. But how long the reprieve would last no one could be sure.
There is a flit of tan as the gazelle passes me in my crouched position. It is unaware while it races on that danger is so near. I smile at it's ignorance and lurch forward.
My sharp claws latch into the dust, and bring bursts of speed into my stride. The chase is on.
Another flash. My prey is lit for a fraction of a second. As it turns to look back, fear shines in its eyes. It desperately pushes itself on, trying to go faster.
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