Fly. (Part 1)

   On a bright, sunny, summer day, birds flew by with such grace. I knew right then, that I could fly with them. It was instinct. I was sure. Thinking, I knew I couldn't do much then, but with just courage I could do it. More birds flew by, I listened silently to how the wind would flow with such current, it was like the flapping of the birds and the wind was music. The harmonies between the two. It was pure magic. I flapped my arms like a crazy bird. And I jumped. That may not have been the smartest thing to do, but I got ahead of myself! So you can't blame me! Anyway, I just jumped from the swings.
"Oof!" I yelped.
"Umm... Are you okay?" someone asked.
"Yeah..." I said full of embarrassment.
"Why did you jump off again?" the same someone asked.
"I don't know," I said not wanting to admit my "defeat".
"Well, you better head to the nurse, it looks like a big bruise!" the someone said, which happened to be my teacher.
"Okay, well, bye," I said.
Off I went, still daydreaming about flying. Then I saw a bird of prey. It looked at me, and I barely noticed that it was eying my hat. It just happened to have a small bird pin on it. It swooped down at me, and I was too busy listening to the sound of its wings that it ended up taking my hat, and it just happened to be one of the hats that I treasured! I ran after it and I flapped my wings. Of course it didn't work. There I sat in despair on a bench. When I got home, I just sat there on my bed. Thinking. And thinking.
   Then.. I drifted off into a sleep. There I saw birds. That's all. Then I looked down.. I had talons. Talons of a falcon? Then I realized I was a falcon, my eyesight was sharp.