Screeches from the Eagle, searches the skies for prey, vicious vision of a malnourished Vulture, the bite of a beagle, a swoop around the open waters, wonderful white Seagull, the air brushing through spread feathers, in the time of Thunder and rain, a retreat to the sheltered, etched, in stones of grey, a place to hideaway, into the nest, a moment to rest tired wings, soaring skies, pecking beak, chirping through the days of the week, is it flight that you seek, keep open wings of grace, find your place in the sky, drifting sunsets, close your eyes, reset, awake, let out one more time a screech for the ones above.