Come Live

Your wings flicker

as naturally as a tiger

unsheathing his claws

while you watch the fish

leap from a coursing river.

Your prey curves to the sky

for a barren moment,
creating a crescent moon

the shade of bone

that lingers over water.

Your alacrity punctures

the pectoral fin and

it flushes with color

before you snatch the life

that was yours for taking.

I,

I watch you.