LONG MOMENT OCCASSIONLY OBSERVED

It seams to myself forever watching long moments, You just sitting still, forever it seams nesting deep places
high branches, along route often travel. 
Large wings outstretched as you go leaping forth into bright sunshine, brownish golden couler into the sky. 
How do you like it in this Rural situation/

Why must you disappear for long periods, causing those who observe you to wonder, Have you become a victim of cruel local killers?
Mainly human of course.
Back to the spirits of darkness? 

How you Buzzards communicate to us, The watchers or `them down here`
joy of moments captured by brief activities you sharing with us in glorious life, lived here in a rural outpost.