A bird of prey
Circling around
High in the sky
Eyes on the ground
Once prey detected
A silent swoop
An amazing sight
Its prey it scoops
Back to the nest
Hungry chicks await
Hungrily they feed
First of the day
Soon their ready
To take to the sky
Like their parents
Become birds of prey
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