A flame fearlessly flew
across the sky,
Seemingly setting the clouds
alight,
Through howling winds you
hear the bird cry,
Weeping for the sun being
swallowed by night.
As the sun dies this
feathered best is no more,
Until the white lady upon the
birds shines,
And reborn creatures of the
night roar,
Soon quite before prying eyes
finds.
The night lies silently
around it,
Laying a cloak over the still,
But the moon outshines it,
Letting the bird in for the
kill.
It dives swerves curls glides,
Down into a precise descent,
Until it fills the sky from
all sides,
Wing spread talons extended
100 per cent.
Touchdown.
She grasps the fleeing
creature in a deathly grip,
And pride shudders through
her bones,
It was a successful trip,
Hunger no longer moans.
So up she went into the
natural world of birds,
Higher in to the night her
wings a fearsome sound,
She crossed mighty white
stallion herds,
Across the ocean and into the
beach they pound.
Then clearer and clearer the
vision came,
Of sticks and twigs bound
together tightly,
And feathers peeping through
holes the same,
Happy to see mother and food
which curled whitely.
She lands her wings spread
out to soften her fall,
In her nest safety is
recalled,
So sound her eyelids dropped
and she no longer stands tall,
As the sky brightened and the
cockerel called.
