| I am the lord of the air, gliding gracefully as I pass over warm thermals, bouncing in the air. I am as graceful as the skies themselves, the bellies of clouds touching my feathered back. I wince in the bright sun. How long have I been flying? I landed on my branch and slowly drifted off for a nap. No one would care if they saw me; I was as lone and scared as a pebble in the ocean. I itched myself. What day was it? Did it matter? I woke up and caught a mouse. I ate it slowly aware of every noise around me. I bellowed a long cry. Then I then flapped my wings and flew out into the bright morning sky. I went to the creek, my usual hangout. I had to wait for Brad to come and see me. In the meanwhile, I swung myself like Tarzan through the thermals. In my short period of flying I knew one thing; Flap as hard as you can. I saw Brad walking slowly down the path. Brad was the only person who understood me, you know. He can read my thoughts and see my mind. He used to be bullied around, like I was. I taught him to stand proud and leave his strength behind him. He possibly was beginning to get a bit arrogant. I flew down to him. I stretched my long wings to the ground and stumbled. I had not gotten this whole ‘landing’ thing down just about yet. He nodded slowly above me as a peregrine falcon dropped warily on a branch eyeing my seagull body suspiciosly... |
