Deadly.
Over his own cliff-top territory
glides the lone bird.
Combing each spot effortlessly
in silent search.
Sole- rider of wind-swept
lunchtime sky,
the motionless Kestral sits
on thermal-vibe
for moments while scanning,
hungrily sights
every nuance of movement
before swooping
to earth in deadly attention
when extended claws
knifing will open the primals
then falcon dives
and death hurls toward life.
Eyes must keep alerted for
waterless rodents
or surfacing underground
moles, delicate
fare for this fierce predator
bridging the wind,
for up-draught means more
hollow boned fight
for best active performance
of breath-stopping
spin in near impossible flash
of lightning speed
as raptor stoops once again.
Not always goes majestic Kestrel
to sleep extra full-bellied.
Yet skyborne again at dawn well
reveals his endless intent.