She sits in the distance
With watchful eye.
She sees her prey,
Wills it to die.
She poises, she raises
Her fierce, fiery wing.
‘Tis time to feast,
To kill the moving thing.
She strikes a blow
Of power and might.
She is well-paid
For her flight.
So passes she
Another night:
The Hawk,
Whose bones
Are hollow.
(edited 2016, 2017, 2024)
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