Chasing Hawks

Soaring high up in the sky.
Majestic and beautiful you fly.
Spotting something moving below.
You dive down fast, then slow.
Stopping to perch on a fence post.
The chickens spot you and boast.
"You cannot get us! " they cackle with glee.
I hear them and run out, chasing the hawk that's me!

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