Saturday 8th August 2009 10:08 am
Faster than thought,
His retracting pupil checks, stirs,
The yellow eye sees, movement, caught.
Folds wings fleeting, speeds between trees,
glides, with the grace of a dancer
in a silent world.
Unqualified precision, cold.
The beauty of hunger, propelled
sleekly, through a funnel of air
brushed by light feather sweeping down,
down to the ground.
Into the chasm, small and grey
Mouse, taken, shaken and consumed,
Warm blood, now prey.