Poem Narrative Hawk Roosting

I sit atop of the moonlight creating shadows in the night, the birds chirp awakening almost soothing. With my eyes closed a light breeze fills my body, the rustling in the trees awakens the forest. The trees around me closed in, the sun rises from its dusk to dawn. The scent of life awakens all around me chirps appear louder, more frequent the wind whistles softly in my ears. My eyes closed as the sun appeared it almost blinding. Slowly I open my eyes to the once dark forest to a vibrant one. I feel unbound, unchained, the sweet sound of the wind disappears. The wind now runs along across my wings.

My mind is now left to wonder I am truly free. I spread my wings opening them up to feel the embrace of the wind, an urge compels me to fly in the sky where the ground cannot see. I dig my claws into branch I lay upon readying my descent upon the forest. I go where I please as I am unbound, I kill when I need to satisfy one, I am truly free. I stare at the world, it is beautiful. This world belongs to me, those who control the sky rule the ground. There is no sophistry in my body, my claws grow tighter around the bark my curved beak yearning for death.

My life fulfilment is through death, I am unchained nothing will get in my way. This is the path I choose to live throughout my days. The sun is behind me, I will not allow for change, I am designed for my sole purpose this world mine. Nothing has not changed as I flew this path. My eye has permitted no change. I think I am going to keep things like this. With a wing-beat I set off in this little world of mine and descend upon the world, I am a hawk and this is the path I follow.