The Hawk

The Hawk flapped his wings, slowly and steadily, riding an air current just under half a mile high. He was scanning the ground below for prey with his perfect vision, eagerly awaiting a catch. He saw the human outside the car, about to turn and look elsewhere when he saw it.

'What on earth is that?!' Thought the Hawk, already folding his wings in and heading into a stealthy dive to the ground. The air made a swoosh sound as he passed, already too late to be heard as he dropped down right past the human, opened his wings out and hooked it in his talons.

He was away with it, beating his wings against the oppresive wind as he headed in the direction of the nest. The Hawk was happy, his wife would be pleased with his catch. He flew on, oblivious to the chase going on behind him

The End

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