Black beats on blue
in wing-torn sky
eye, beak, talon
laser-sharp.
Instinct holds her taut,
explosion suspended,
honed,
controlled
on the tip of dive.
In shadow
eyes night-wide
blood shudders
through flared veins
nostrils scent
flight frozen
two hearts
one moment
alive.
Jan Harris, UK.
1 comment:
This is an excellent description of a hunting bird. The short lines and precise language add to the drama of the moment...
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