Wings, tails splayed,
At a Zephyr's behest,
A pact is made.
Each tiny buffet
A bargaining,
Twixt wind and I,
I'm harbouring
The keenness of my feathered kin,
To hunt
To kill,
To eat,
To wean.
I hover, pinned unto the skies,
A tiny trembling pricks my eyes.
I see you, drop and
Steal you, vole.
In three quick gulps
You go down whole.
I say a prayer for you my brother,
Return you to the Axis' wheel,
In wind I rest until another
Kindred heart I spy, revealed.
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