Anna

Icy feathers of air Stream into the hawks’ wings As he plunges Feathers plummet Sharp talons hit the body of a pigeon Like needles they puncture Tear into feathery flesh And both bodies roll In currents of wind. Their white fates Rise to meet them Two birds Plunging Into deep snow. The hawk hungry Talons grasping air Ice stinging His fierce eyes Almost tasting The flesh in his beak That would warm his frozen bones. Pigeon Bleeding Thoughts racing Life flashing Before bright orange eyes The world So much bigger Feet pressed against the earth Heart thumping fast Lunging into snow A dark bush lies ahead Safety so close So close.. So close.. A flash of color Burst of noise Snow crunching Breath billowing A girl Spies soft feathers and Dark blood. Wings spread open Trailing scarlet Pigeon Stumbles under dark green leaves And hawk catches the wind With a harsh cry Of defeat.