Perched high on a crag,
legs poised to spring,
hearts beating wildly
as we take to the wing
catching warm thermals,
to float on thin air,
taking breath quickly,
hardly any to spare
Now is the time,
wings spread out wide
a smooth operation,
to bank as we glide.
Flowing the motion,
as fluidity is key,
we land, we devour, for Vultures we be…
LadyP©2014