POEM: Raptor Rising [Sonnet]

A raptor climbs: it spirals higher and higher,
and what a chunk of world it must now see.
What's it like to be that vanishing flyer?
Does it feel fear, or does it glide with glee?

It fears like one who knows not what could be.
Like Icarus, it's naïve of the Fall?
It must know (but not care,) to be that free!
There's not a chance its flapping wings will stall,

and still less that it will be downed by squalls.
I envy hawks, but could not live their life -
to test air that couldn't fill my lungs at all
and climb to heights, yet not know any strife.

Oh climb, my Raptor, ride upon thin air,
and when you reach the earth, I'll meet you there.