You are feathers
in gold and copper,
caressing the wind,
carving spirals in the sky.
You are eyes
of molten hunger
that stare like a mountain,
pierce hazy layers of air
to search out prey.
You are motion
and whistling speed--
a deadly streak,
an explosive thud, the warm taste of blood,
a victorious shriek.
This page copyright to Sarah Morehouse, January 15, 2000.