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Jan 2015
i looked across a field and saw a kestrel fly
hovering in a field that was near by.

floating in the air on the summer breeze
he was very skillful and floated with such ease.

then he seem to swoop down towards the ground
so very soft and quiet he didnt make a sound.

then when he flew up again he had caught a mouse
then he flew away with it. back to his kestrel house.
WILLIAM WORTHLESS
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