The graceful wedge-tailed eagle stands tall on a branch.

Flapping peacefully through the shimmery night sky.

It sees a grey blur on the ground.

Swooping down to the ground.

It’s hunting time.

Suddenly, it catches a rat, holding it by the tail.

It flies up a tall tree.

It eats the rat.

Now it's full.  

It swoops up into the sky.

It flies off into the night.