She sits in the distance
With a 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)
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