Oklahoma Hawk

In an alien city
full of familiar
neon

I recognize
a bird’s
silhouette.

I observe
the measured beat
of wind-swept wings,

The lazy rise

of the creature
and its meticulous

Circling.
I watch
the wide-eyed

Inhuman being
hover
until whatever.

Within it
wills it
to be so

Signals
its talons
to descend

Along
a calculable
angle

Of attack
to unexpected
execution.

Ancient instinct
decrees
one less

Beast
will witness
my deliverance.