Transformation

As I sit on the top of the food chain, I can smell the food wandering beneath unaware of my whereabouts for I am a predator. Between my hooked head and hooked feet I search for prey who cannot hide from I as I have the sharpest eye of the wood. As I sit in my nest I feel as I am being watched. Someone or something that is greater than me out there, but i see nothing. I try to calm myself but I still have the sense of being watched and I keep hearing noises of something flying through the wind. Its almost like I am not a one of a kind, that there are lots of other creatures that are exactly like me out there in the wilderness, the noises stop and the sense of being watched by something has gone away.

Night falls, this is the time to strike my prey as I am like a ghost; everything silent and calm but for some cicadas communicating in the distance. I ready myself for flight until I hear something blowing in the wind in the distance. For the first time in my life I am doubting myself, I thought I was the superior being in this wood but now something looks to be contending me for my crown. I stop and listen carefully to which direction this noise came from. I see a shadow through the light so I start flying east to where the sun sets, I am vulnerable from behind so I check back wondering were this creature is.

I head back to nest and realise I am missing something. I check my feathers and under the nest and yet nothing is there. Without warning, I am knocked off of my perch and plummet towards the ground. Still dazed, I get myself together but its too late; I hit the ground with tremendous force and I fall into a trance of unconsciousness.