Birds

I am a hawk, flying over the plains of Africa. The shrike, my favorite food, is very common. They are small birds that make up the main part of my menu. I swept down and, SPLASHHHH!!! I dove and came back up gripping a slippery fish tight in my talons. Only 1 out of 5 hunts was successful that day. I usually succeed on all my hunts. Small wildcats make a meal too. I flew back to my perch in a tree and ate my catch. Not very filling...!!#!!?? A serval! Those are rare! Servals are cats. I swoop down and slash, peck, and hit with my wings until the serval is too tired to fight back. I fly back up and eat the serval. Then I go to sleep.

Night went on....SNARL! I woke up. My eyes spotted two figures of leopards fighting under the tree. Luckily they were fighting over a nighttime meal, not who got to eat me. I went back to sleep. My eyes opened in the morning. I spotted a sleeping fish in the pond near my tree. Food! I thought. But it was the usual boring catch. Mullet. I caught it anyway. Besides, mullets taste good. The pesky hyenas were whining and laughing at me in my tree. I got annoyed by that, so I threw the mullet down. Whine! Hahahah! SNAP! GROWL! CHOMP! I yelled, "Hey! Keep it down down there!"

I flapped off over the dusty plain. I saw small frogs, lizards, and mice warming up for another fight for survival. I sighed and continued flying over the dry grass. I heard a SCRATCH! SQUEAK! down below. I turned around and spied two mice having a fierce fight over territory. I swooped down and clamped both in my claws. Back in my tree, I had a great meal of two mice. The giraffe wanted some leaves from my tree. I said he could have some, and I flew away. I found another tree. "Herbivores..." I muttered. I went flying over the savannah, looking for a secretary bird to rob. I robbed one, but yuck! It had a tapeworm in it! [the food, I mean] I just threw the tapeworm into the water. "Filthy tapeworm! You're not going to infest other unsuspecting animals!!!!" I went flying over the water. I dove down to catch a fish, but GISSSSHHHHH! A hungry bull shark came shooting out of the water, snapping at my heels [sorry, tailfeathers]. ROOAAARRRR!!!!! It almost got me! Flap Flap! I got away. Squeak! GLOONK! Hey! Food! GOBBLE! CRUNCH! SMACK! Uh-oh! FIGHT! SQUAWK! Slash! Peck! EEEEEEAAAAWWWWKKK!!! My foe flew away, bleeding. That'll teach you to mess with an African harrier hawk!