on the roof hawk chicks

secure at

twenty-three

floors high

nestle their mother

under bright sun

watching

the male soar

free to hunt,

enquiring amber eyes seeing

colours we can't

no

flames

disturb the

eyrie no

screams ascend or

smoke black as

seventy-one funerals

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Air Worthiness

The Harris hawk is sleek and fast; fine-boned,

she swoops free from an armoured glove

towards some distant, perfect perch,

only then to see and hear the falconer's call; to search,

then sweep down to the hand that feeds and nurtures.

A hooded hostage; in restless freedom she presents a bleeding dove.

Trimmed hawks hunt in packs on Argentine pampas...

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Keen-eyed keeper of the skies,

Lord of everything that flies,

There's no way your watchful prey

Will wait to pass the time of day.

Patrolling country, cliff and city,

You were not designed for pity;

Not for you the hurting heart,

You were born a deadly dart.

Nature fashioned hawk and prey

To keep the balance in her way;

Not for you to reason w...

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