Alone in the sky
On silent wings
Looking at the world,
Thinking through things.
A forest spread out
Trees aplenty below
A turn in the sky
The turn silent and slow.
But out rings a shot
The sound rips through the air,
A feeling of falling
A boy's look of despair.
His unwanted prey
Fell from the sky,
But despite what he did,
Dead hawks don't fly.
