Feathers ruffle against the breeze
Sharp black eyes pierce the night sky
Searching for movement, for color, for form
As her proud head cocks, listening for prey
Moonlight glints on her ebon wings
As she leaps into the air
Spotting a flash of color in the brush
And setting flight to pursue the small game
Soaring high on the warm thermals
Her talons flex and then spread
Her beak parting in anticipation
Of that moment when life meets death again
She patiently turns and circles
Watching her small prey below
She stoops, then dives as it runs for cover
Plunging down as the rabbit sees her there
It dodges and runs to escape
But she's seen these tricks before
Not fooled, she closes in relentlessly
Poised to strike with her sharp talons
