A Bird of Prey

As I sit here waiting for a Very Special

Friend, something came swooping close to my head. I don't know what it was, as swift as the wind.

I know it was some type of "Bird of Prey," it flew quickly from tree to tree. Not a sound did the bird make, hunting it's prey.

The tail looked like a type of fan, with a black band in the pattern of half circles or piles of sand.

"The Bird of Prey" flew so close to my head, I thought it was going to Land. He was so close that if I tried, I could grab hold of it's talons or pet it with my hands.

While I sit here waiting for a Very Special Friend, "A Bird of Prey" came swooping like a gust of wind.