Bird of Prey
Bird of shaded feathers fly above a barren field high searching for whoever knows surely not in ground doth grow under clouded heavens black its silhouette be hard to track gliding ever near and far a warning ruffled morning star. When suddenly visible down it dives and through the gloom my eyes do strive to find what creature stands below who�s look would surely speak sorrow. Watching streaking blackness grow my mind oddly began to slow, I see myself huddled below frozen with fear and helpless woe and suddenly as bird comes low, such as deadly hunting arrow, paralyzed I dryly swallow starring up at orbs of yellow, into the grass my head I burrow just before approaching shadow reaches ground in distant meadow? and when cry sounds aloud I know the numbing feel of earths tempo.
