Flight of Ego's

The Ego like the birds of prey, hover with a majestic flair on light invisible walls of air with hollow bones they spread their wings uncurl their long curved talons, waiting on their throne like kings with telescopic sight engaged, they swoop the supersonic speed attack, destroy, devour the enemy Peacocks with plume unfurled, dance in intricate delight flashing colors to and fro, a phantasmagorical sight Mourning doves with plaintive call, descend from peaks where others perch drifting smoothly in an earth bound fall, they choose to walk among us all Vultures in their truculent gaze, fix upon the weaker prey circling in sardonic flight, soaring to conceited height Even during pompous pursuit, they're prone to others from below arrows can pierced their enormous pride, bright them down from a clear blue sky Observe the flight of every ego, their spinning, weaving turns just like rapacious birds of prey, we all have so much to learn.