The Falconer's Bird.

My claws, they are sharp
like the rain drops of my eyes,
that dart and flit and hypnotize.
My wracking cry can chill your bones.
I am the falconer's bird.

I kill for my master,
whatever he chooses.
Coursing ahead of the hounds,
They can't escape their deaths.
I am the falconer's bird.

I am a silent shadow
hunter, killer
My master the judge and jury
and I, the executioner.
I am the falconer's bird.

I watch the little ones
as they flit and play about.
Both ignorant and loving of their freedom,
they flaunt it like diamonds,
I am the falconer's bird.

It is not just the little ones,
I watch the antelope and the hare also.
Saturated with life.
Naive to bondage.
I am the falconer's bird.

They are free, while I'm enslaved.
I long for them,
want to be like them,
I crave their happy little life.
I am the falconer's bird.

When the darkness is lifted
my aching, my pining
grow like the fuzzy young
hidden in their nests
I am the falconer's bird.

My master does not know
and neither do the hounds,
about the tears splashing from my eyes
like the blood from the wounds I cause.
I am the falconer's bird.

Then the darkness falls again
I cannot see my rivals.
The hunt is over
At least for now.
I am the falconer's bird.

Then, payment gulped
I hunch in my roost
dream of freedom, dream of the hunt.
And my own satisfaction.

I am the falconer's bird.