The war bird and the jet black sky

Reign over the ancient junipered hills

Of child civilization.

Romantic pilots cajoled

By the starred ocean and

Pacified, if only briefly.

The ebon hawk

Whines and stalks the life

In the hills.

It spots and

Dives towards its prey.

Faster and faster until

It ignites by friction.

The hawk swoops and

Impales the life with its beak.

From the forest floor and through the flames,

I watch as the hawk flies off, into the night,

Back to its nest,

To refuel and rearm and feast.

The forest and I burn.