The Grey Goshawk

The wide canopy shadows the forest below,

Up there, he’s hiding.

Waiting, watching.

Eyeing the ground like a leopard stalks its prey,

Looking, listening.

Reacting to even the slightest twitch in sea of fauna below,

Quiet, quick.

He swoops, like a seal diving through the deep blue,

Victorious, valiant.

Carrying his prize, he returns to his perch in the sky,

Permanent? Perpetual?