• "Soaring like a proud Falcon
    Swooping down to catch my prey.
    Falcons don't have predators
    Or do they?
    My strong wings curl
    At my sides
    At the sharp pain
    That slashed on either side.
    The pain too much
    I nearly splat
    Against the cold hard Earth.
    Looming over me
    Is a powerful Eagle.
    How is that so?
    Eagles dont hunt Falcons
    The bird hovered there
    Looking down at me with concern
    Just when I thought
    That I had no worries
    I found myself falling
    Falling in love with the One."