Awkward, hunched, high up
among bare branches,
sharp-taloned hunter,
reliving the day's
missed chances,
staring downwind
through the icy landscape,
sifting images of prey:
nothing misses
his sharp eye.
Bright sunlight catches
something moving
out of cover,
and in an instant
he's a blur of feathers,
pure killing machine
transformed again
in his awesome
hunting flight.
