Bird of Prey

Grey wings come upon me..
arising, by the moment,
behind each bruised shoulder.

I perch
for better vantage
and observe intently, in wait
for blood-crazed behemoths to collide!

No room
or concessions for sentimentality
or dying wishes.. that
these fell beasts seem ever-ready
to trample underfoot! to
deprive the meek and
grow more their overflowing hoards.

I discern the lesser antagonist
and measure, for now,
how the enemy of an enemy is an instrument.

6 thoughts on “Bird of Prey

  1. This is soo great poem! πŸ˜€πŸ˜€ The first lines itself hooked me!
    ” I perch
    for better vantage
    and observe intently, in wait” πŸ‘πŸ‘

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