Predator of the Skies

I am an agile predator of the skies, I roam the skies fearlessly, Searching for prey down below; Just hope I don't see you wandering alone, Because once I find you, You better hide, flee or run along; Once I descend to catch you, The last thing you will see are my wings, Bashing air, pinning you down; The last thing you will smell Will be your blood spilt; The last thing you will feel Will be my claws and beak, Ripping your flesh, crushing your bones; Shredding you, Until your heart starts beating...