the silvery wings i spread ,
leaping into the sky with no dread.
the hunt was good,
the flesh was fresh.
the wind , it lifts me high,
oblivious to the world below , above their heads i fly.
weightless on these leathery wings i soar,
soaking in the moonlight , i let out a happy roar.
the gentle winds caress my body,
their touch be the epitome of escatsy.
i roll over mid flight , dive and rise,
playing like a kid in my joy.
i smile as i see her tonight,
she keeps me company on this beautiful night.
thanks to her , this day i fly,
this is where after death , my soul shall reside.
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