The Hunter - Janet

Watching far up in the sky.
Guarding nest in tree top high.
Talons sharp and strong of beak.
Feathers long, shine black and sleek.
Waiting 'til the time is right
to dismount in seamless flight.
Swoops on unsuspecting prey.
Spirits weaker souls away
to the nest on tree top high.
Where progeny insistent cry.
'Til close of day from rising sun.
Speed of flight cheats farmer's gun.
Waiting, watching, prepares to fly.
Offspring make persistent cries.
His call rings out to all below.
Hear my voice, for I am Crow.

Janet