The bird spreads it wings flying high above the ground it hunts for its next meal not knowing if it’ll ever be safe from the predators of hounds
It flys majestically the air bending to it’s every command it’s wings are like that of which are a angel but never to misunderstand
It’s body like a jet it’s feet a blur you could never catch this animal in view only it’s patterned majestic fur
The beauty of this ferocious beast it’s howling of passion in the light of the moon he is revealed he roars prey crys for mercy it’s crime is unforgivable but their is no evidence it’s forever concealed
The wings of a bird the speed of a cheetah the beauty of the wild the streams of the river the call of the young it’s lingering bonita
The bravery the death the ferocity it’s endless as they die to survive their this beautiful cycle of life is forever timeless.
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