I Am the Dominant Winged Creation..

With wings spread wide I soar while shooting the breeze. I am the king of a widespread sky. The dominant winged creation. I circle down. The humans they run and hide. Not understanding I am a chaperon to so Many living things. Gosh, heavens knows, Maybe I’m even looking for food. The wind lifts me high and into the clouds. The sun beams off my iridescent feathers. They are comfortably out-stretched, at perfect angles and catching air pockets. Shooting me through the emptiness with ease. Everyone should be so jealous at just how peaceful and relaxing, this is. To soar so close to god. To drag-fly with an aeroplane. And at the end of the day To duck dive at fish. Get dinner for the kids. I have flown for miles today. I have swooped, circled, glided, turned and dived. My wings are tired, so now I shall rest.