The Sparrow the Hawk麻雀和老鹰.doc

The Sparrow the Hawk麻雀和老鹰 　　I glide gracefully， looking down at the world below me. I swoop1） over the trees， adjusting my wing to catch the breeze. I feel the strong winds blow over me， calming my thoughts. I am a sparrow， I think to myself. I am me. As I think this， I get a bad feeling. I look up. Up， high in the sky， regarding2） me with beady3） eyes： a hawk. I don’t take time to recognize what kind. Knowing I’ve noticed him， he dives4） at me， screaming. Knowing it will be easier to escape， I dive， too. Down， down towards the trees. Though I am already lower， the hawk is faster. It is a race for safety. We both fly to live. I fly to escape the hawk， a predator5）. He flies to catch prey， to eat. One of us must lose. The hawk is too close. He stretches his talons6）， ready to catch me and fly away before he crashes into the tall trees. I realize quickly that speed is not the answer to survival. I am a sparrow. I am agile7）. The question lies in the unknown， though. He may be intimidating， but is he any match for me？ There is no time to think. He rakes8） his talons forward， hoping to win the contest of survival， but I am not ready to give myself up. I flap my wings and flit9） to the right. He is not ready for that move. He puts on the brakes10）， which gives me time to escape and plan my next move because I know that he will not give up until he has caught me. I may not be able to escape completely， but I can put death off until I have reached the bottom of the hill of life. I have already climbed to the peak， and I am climbing down， wishing there was not a bottom waiting for me. The hawk flies a sharp turn around， and as he streaks11） at me， I feint12） to the right and dive down again. Swooping and diving， he chases me where I hoped he would： down into the trees， where there is an obstacle course of branches as an arena. As I pass under the treetops， I am surprised by the sudden dimness13）. I can’t see him for a second， but then he is there right behind me.