On high
It soars
Wings glisten
Talons sharp
Eyes bright
Ears listen
Prey found
It swoops
And raids
Near miss
It climbs
Sun fades
A crack
A scream
It falls
Crashes to earth
Trophy mounted
In tribal halls
Carcass stripped
Plumage paraded
Secrets to reveal
Tribesmen rejoice
Families mourn
Wounds never to heal
© Fergus Martin
2012
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