Kestral Sky
A kestrel flies the sky with slow wing strokes,
then glides in and out of invisible windows.
Of a sudden - stillness - no sign of a hover,
as if a child's kite had caught an updraught
and ceased upon the wind.
Did a field rat stand on two legs
to sniff a waft of air?
Did its long pink nose
twitch, its whiskers tremble?
Down plunges a glimmer-flash
of feathered wings.
Down comes a thunderbolt of silence.
A strike!
The rodent is snatched-up
by far-reaching talons.
For an instant the rat wriggles -
it is dead as the bird rises.
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