A vision of perfection
as his wings scissor
to neutral - kestrel resting,
golden eyes agog
for avian small-fry.
Myna fledglings
whistle helplessly
at shadows from on high,
stricken at impending doom's
barred breast and crested head,
reminiscent of a coat of mail,
an antique helmet.
Why is it that predators,
the hunters and the harriers,
endowed with grace and speed
and strength, are so often
resplendent?
Harrier
© Copyright: Jena Woodhouse, 2006
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