bird girl

Her regal
bird like state
went unnoticed
largely because she sat so far off,
so
high
up
in her eagle's nest.

A chosen hiding place.
In plain view but
far,
far above.

Long taupe feathers.
Sleek cunning eyes.
Deadly talons resting
on the edge
of an
empty nest.

The young maiden bird of prey hunts alone,
for herself.
Returning to a nest
already built,
but vacant, as the autumn's reds
turn to
winter's whites.

A distant rabbit
bounds through
tall grass.
His soft wheat coat
soon spilled
with his own
warm blood.

She brings her capture back
to the wispy round nest,
high atop her perch.
Far too high for her prey to evade
or escape
without falling to an unsavory display
upon the earth.

Coyote moans and
buzzards circling in wait, for leftover bits.

Her
death
grip,
a far more seductive way
to enter the end.
Each piece of glistening flesh
pulled by beak from bones,
until the ecstasy of Hades
takes him.

Soul disappearing
deep into her belly.