Okay, my turn to add to this poetry fad. I dreamt this scene last night, and it was accompanied by some neat verse... obviously, this isn't the original version... It's got no title (few of my poems ever do).

Sun upon gold-flecked brown
rolling muscles
straining with flight
wings
beat
beat
up to touch the sky
down to graze the treetops
free soul
caught in the wind
soaring
diving
climbing
falling
soaring again
a sound
like a memory of thunder
sharp
intense
pain fills the mind
red sky
red wings
red vision
beat
beat
heart failing
wings failing
beat
beat
the sky falls back
the ground rushes up
faster than flight
beat
beat
a living meteorite
the universe shatters
all is still.


Sundragyn.