Sweeping curves watching below

graceful, widening with each turn

using the sun and clouds

the heat rising and falling

wind pushing up the mountain

surveying the land, perhaps

A sudden turn, a swoop closer

almost to the ground

then sweeping up, climbing again

wings outstretched,

feathers spread like fingers,

catching air heated by the sun

Head sweeping left and right

seemingly focused on what is below

perhaps seeking prey or twig for a nest

or simply the joy of soaring

not for destination or purpose

Just reveling in the act of soaring