Coopers Hawk Aloft

Disturbed, she banks away through lofted crowns
To perch in indifference

This canyon, this earth, I, orbit
Beneath her disdain

This has been her field since
Ice fell to light
Since pine rose to heat

No hypocrisy clouds her killing
She knows no pause
Ripping life of limb

Her hoarse cry
Sends me on
A herald
Sent to warn me off.