Looking down from her perch in the tree,
she waited. Then, seeing movement in
the forest bed, she opened her wings and,
falling, grasped the tiny animal in her talons.
It was enough for her two little ones, awaiting
her in a hollow knot high up in the tree.
Now it was time to go hunting for herself.
Quiet and very calm, she waited once
again for another animal to appear.
When one did, she swooped down once
again and dined, satisfied with her hunting.
It was not always so.