Sky Dancer

I am the ornate feathers fluttering in the wonderous wind,
I am mischievous, darting quickly through the ghost-white clouds.
My beautiful eyes, taking in the wonderful scenery
the beautiful landscape observing me a common buzzard.

My claws snatch away dreams,
my bony legs stumble, awaiting to take flight.
My own prey trembles when I screech,
sending vibrations through the dense woodland.

I am the whoosh of the translucent air flying past you,
my wings spread as I dive elegantly.
I am a mountain-glider, mouse-hunter and the field-scanner.

I am known as the one and only air-breather,
elegantly soaring, happily diving.
I am me.