Carol Falaki

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.