Flying high above, the bird sees movement below.
It scans the environment around the ground.
All seems clear.
Wings still spread, it floats downward to the movement.
The movement is the aim and the intention.
Closer still, the object is life.
A small insect.
Big enough to be seen from under clouds.
Small enough to move without much notice.
But the bird noticed.
It swoops in and claims the insect.
In a moment, life is gone.
The bird continues on, upwards back to clouds.
In flight, no fright, fed and gone.
Note: Other Imaginotions by Dr. Joe Vitale