The Chase
The hunted floating on air
The hunted tumbles and turns
The hunted floating on air
I stumble to catch his shadow
Racing through still skies
Through glen and mountain pass
I dart to share his space
I call, I cry, I chase
Feather flashing like fire
Talons to tear like teeth
Eyes bright with hunger
Mind flat to fear
He stops to watch and rest
A branch over a blackened brook
I hasten to his side
He returns a steadied look
I am captured by his stare
That speaks of chases past
A blink and he is gone
The victor floating on air