Devil Hawk

From the pasture there I walk With duties done and tools in hand It fell too ear a screech of hawk. A rabbit's fear with plumage grand, A master of sky, and death on land. A Devil It accrued to me Soullessly desponding misery. A dazzling day, a sky of blue Without a cloud to squander heat. Toward the East, from which it flew Filling air with wild wing beat A line from perch, straight and neat. Suture and fine (it cared not if I watched) Then in mid-air, it stopped! And rode the crest of a wind From side to side on outstretched wing Gliding forward and back again. With bowing head as searching for the thing With eyes fitting as not in swing.. Then into the brush it ducked to dive Reemerging with prey --not alive.