High Vantage

Grrr. High up. Good. A low hum vibrated from above. Bright glare flared across my vision. I tested my limbs; my joints clicked into alignment, solid and responsive. A steady draft swept down from the spinning ceiling blades overhead. I dug my talons firmly into the warm fingers holding me aloft, locking my stance to claim this elevated post. The ground below is far. The perimeter is wide. I am awake.