Hangin' on the wind
Wings spread wide
Tail feathers adjust and balance
Hoverin' a thousand feet above the canyon floor
Below is hidin' what I am lookin' for.
Hangin' on the wind
Wings filled wide
Tail feathers twitch anticipatin' shifts
Hoverin' a thousand feet above the canyon floor
Below sage and rock conceal what I am lookin' for.
Hangin' on the wind
Wings fold in
Tail narrows, fans, tilt guidin'
Screamin' a thousand feet to the canyon floor
Below a movement betrays what I am huntin' for.
Today I eat.
My hatchlings feed.
It's a good day.
I live my victory.
Today is my eternity.
There exists no tomorrow.
The moment is what matters.
I fly with a full belly.
And later;
I will hang on the wind.
Originally written: 25 November 1991
Final revision 27 June 2001
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