Yellow gaze
calculating night gloom
swivels past musty tracks
old runs through straw
the hulks of wintering harrows
homes in on scrabbles
takes to subzero air

feathered cloud
quiet as prayer
what do you sense
as now you settle
leaving damp fur
rolled up with tiny claws
and clavicles

winged image
of our common theme
floating the backdrop
banal and brutal
cloaked in elegant ruff
and coverts. Indifferent
to grief or innocence.

Present in this moonset
although I’m not your prey.