Hawkeye

Circling over the face of the earth
My gold eyes like fields of maize
My wings feel the silk of the air
Nothing escapes my gaze.

I am ruled by the winds
I soar about the currents
My home lies in the air
In the ever-changing torrents.

I have seen through the eyes of heaven
The forests and the sea
I have tasted the blood of others
But up here there’s only me.

My beak has slaughtered many
The dagger of the skies
Feathered oars as my wings
Fields of maize as my eyes.

In my nest of twigs I’ll rest
Up high my prey I’ll raise
With my blood-stained beak, forever I’ll seek
With eyes like the fields of maize.