Twit-twoo Twit-twoo

A screech that penetrates and splits
a head that spins
the eyes like beads
as grief will come from the darkening depth

 Beat its wings
 flap around, not softly
invading, with a noiseless draught

With its ever, yellow haunting eyes
as on its perch, so deftly launch
bears down upon its prey

Bright day, be dark as down it swoops
"twit twoo" "twit twoo" a chorus bleak.
It comes for me and you, and you.
Its talon's clutch and not release
and do not think, that you can hide

For each of us, our camouflage, will be exposed.
For it is hungry chicks, with open mouths
brown feathered flecked, its shadows overcast

Its appetite cant be appeased,
rotten as the grave it's weathering headstone
writes short words in fear.

 Drying essence of regard. we still hold dear
 dew of morning. we cant postpone,
soul's sentinel, its nightly flight
the ache without repair

That ghost, cold shivering of loss
clutch of unhatched eggs, that hold regrets
the aeronaut, that always spots
so vulnerable we are hidden behind false circumspect
a dying star in my cosmos