I’m sitting on the top of the food chain, carefully awaiting my prey. My features convey that i am the predator, and of someone that doesn’t need to worry about getting hunted. Between my hooked hands and hooked feet I look for my victim that is obsolete, scanning the sky and ground looking for some meat. I am dependent of myself to bring back food for my family, only I am able to feed the chicks. Once i have spotted my prey, I close my eyes, take a breath and fall from the sky.

My features benefit me greatly, my wings allowing me to project with tremendous speed while I hunt my casualty. I have feet to catch thy prey, and deliver the food home. I have an acicular beak to feed the food to my family, and one day I will teach them how to hunt like me. The convenience of the high trees accredit me to develop unstoppable speed while I hunt. It allows me to see every blade of grass possible. The cold air allows me to glide through the air at great speed, circling my next victim, ready to find the opportunity to pounce.

Today, I still find myself cemented. Unable to find the opportunity to kill, I stand on the top of the tallest tree. Looking in desperation for something to extrude. My chicks are intuitively emaciating. Wishing that they could have something to eat. While I wait, I sit, I wonder how unique of a creation I am. My foot is created to incogitable adaptation, scaled to perfection. Each feather has it’s own overwhelming design that enables me to battle through the freezing temperatures I face, and allowing me to keep my chicks warm. I am one of a kind, propitious to be in a commanding position, where I am the hunter, not the prey.

I am not an animal which deceives predators through colour or shape. I’m a menace, a destroyer that happily kills. My manners are about tearing off heads. Although this may portray me as a serial killer, I kill when I please because it’s all mine. I have to live, feed my family and progress, which is why I decimate.

I’ve found it. A small rodent will be the next dinner. From the tree, I find the opportunity to swoop down, moving faster than a cheetah chases it’s prey. I feel the sun’s rays projecting against my back, warming my feathers as I do so. I swoop down to ground level, using the sharp claws on my feet to pick up and squeeze the mouse to death. All in one action I pick up and fly off back to my home.

On my journey back, I spot the glazing sun slowly diverse in the horizon, the sky changing colour. I return home with this rodent to feed my three chicks, however this snack can’t be enough for all of us. The day changes to night, where I find myself in search of a bigger meal. A meal that will be colossal in size compared to the small rodent that I had previous. I use the same procedure of standing on this abundant tree. I am scanning, attempting to find who I shall kill next. These procedures I use, recognise me as one of the efficacious birds of the sky.