Hawkfinch hovers over fields, hawk-knife,
a hungry stare as the day drags on
the deadly swoop but what the outcome?
When talons and beak break the next life?
This opportunity on which you prey
you coldly calculate as you hover still
then dive with darting speed and deft skill
a mouthful to enrich your day.
Indifferent to damage you rip and fight
you devour your prey with utter zest
tear your triumph in some high nest
a treasure-store hidden in darkest night.
But be warned from this Marikana ground
poor prey will join together
a common purpose for a common treasure
and many will rally round.
© Jeffrey Loffman