Falcon Ready

Feathers gather on the wing Sore with precision in their flight An updraft lifts the beady eyed visitor A hunt begins on hunger pangs of black Grows from the dawn of times survival Launched into action with the talent of God Towers over the enormity of sky Preys on darkness unencumbered Leads the falcon on to his devices down Stretched out on yellow talons sharp In sight, laser vision pinpoints a target Stars scream out in covered night Something glistens on the shadowed ground A woodland creature squeaks out in pain All goes quiet at the strike in silence A victim falls dismembered as a meal When distracted on the moment of the kill