Kestrel

Hover; flicker; flicker; still—
Quartering the empty hill,
Barred wings flare from dart to knife,
Fierce eyes seeking signs of life.

Faultless fury haunts the skies,
Taloned death in beauty’s guise,
Banking— drops! and scoops its prey:
Saddened now, I turn away.
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