Where Have the Hippogriffs Gone?

I wrote this a long time ago, maybe second grade? I got inspired by this book about unicorns that was just like this story. I haven't edited it, I thought it would be better to leave it in its original form because if I got started, I'd change everything.
Where did the hippogriffs go? They have left their green, sunny oasis, with bright yellow flowers and lush green leaves. They have followed the path where the phoenix calls. Up, up into the sky they fly to glide in the soundless blue blanket in the air. Where did the hippogriffs go? Attacked by angry camoflauged hunters, they have fled to a place anew. They have flown past towering mountains and flat wastelands. Through forests and deserts. They have gone away, never looking behind them, to fly in the peaceful sky.Where have the hippogriffs gone? Frightened by whirring chainsaws whirring through the trees, and chugging front loaders ruining the earth, they have fled the construction soaring up, up, up to the fluffy clouds above. Where have the hippogriffs gone? They have galloped away from the toxic fumes. Away from the smell of sewage and smoke, down to a string of river full of fish and blue herons. Where have the hippogriffs gone? They have galloped and galloped as swiftly as they could to get away from danger. Into the moment when the sun sets, up and away to the darkening sky. Will we ever see them again?
If you go out when the stars are beginning to show and bury your feet in the cold grass and cast your gaze into the sky....... You may see a flutter of a wing or a stamp of a hoof and the muscular shape of a hippogriff in the starry night sky.

I also have a weird Hunger Games-esque story brewing if anyone is interested. I have a lot of stories going on right now.