Drifting on warm air
Spiraling on updrafts
Wings spread
Like satin sheets on washing lines on a windy day
And yet the dance is like a ballet
And the view from underneath spectacular
Away from the ground
She hangs silently
Her eyes fixed
Looking for life
To end it
With one dive of phenomenal speed
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