The Mountain
Stone crops flash by me,
blur of speed
Flick of wing,turn of beak,
the hunt is on
for the prey I seek
Spears of rock
are my home
This magnificent mountain
strewn with scree
capped by frost
ringed by tree
Rising high,it stands alone,
granite buttresses
keep it company
Planes of rock make me twist and turn,
complex flying I must learn
to circumnavigate this world of stone
Timeless unchanging mountain,
my home in cool,crisp air
Wind whispering,
call me invitingly to the search
for I am the Hawk of this mountain
A mountain i know well
for it is living breathing stone,
my place ,my home
Scent of pine fills me
as i scan for prey
Blur of speed on rock
endless scree
My mountain,my home,
this is no solitary life
for I am not alone
Weathered rock,clean air
scent of green
are my companions
not always seen
Spears of stone reach for sky,
turn of wing I fly by
complex flying
rock sighing
This mountain stands alone ,
my hunting ground,my home
strewn with scree,
capped with frost,
ringed by tree
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