Nature

Kestrel

Arrow
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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.