On hawks again

Round and round you flew up there,
With a laziness that seems so rare,
Gliding on the breeze with wings spread wide,
I wished you could take me for a ride.
Life up there must be simple and serene,
Nothing to do, except appreciate the scene,
Food not lacking, water aplenty,
Freedom stretching far beyond the city.
With unhurried speed and confident look,
A majestic sight, my breath you took.
"How many circles have you flown?"
"For as long as the wind has blown."

(Birds of prey, like hawks that I used to see so often, never fail to intrigue me. These majestic creatures have a regal air around them, moving with grace yet with a hint of tenacity, and full of confidence.)