Griffon Vulture Gyps fulvus in France (Pyrénées). Français : vautour fauve en France (Pyrénées)(Gyps fulvus) Deutsch: Gänsegeier (Gyps fulvus). (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
You are
A bird of prey
You fly above me
Watching carefully
You take your time
For your inventory
And then you swoop
You’ll be the death of me
You are
A vulture circling
You’ve tasted death
Upon the summer breeze
To see your glance
My very blood will freeze
Your killing is
A thing of slow degrees
You are
A bird of prey
Your heart is cold
Your needs are black
I’m just diversion
On your beaten track
I wait, anticipate
Your well-planned attack
You are
A bird of prey
© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
helenvalentina 
Powerful and Poignant…very nice!
Thank you!! 🙂 🙂
Lovely Helen, you do write a lot of poems about victim don’t you. I have a hawk that lives behind my house and swoops along the creek most afternoons looking for dinner. You reminded me of this though its got nothing to do with your poem. Its what happens when poets out thoughts in your head from the words they write.
I had to deal with someone who harassed me for a number of years, so some of this type of theme/writing relates to that. In this case though, the inspiration was more prosaic – I was reading a fashion magazine that had an article titled ‘Bird of Prey’ – once you start with that title it kind of leads in this type of direction, LOL!! 🙂 🙂
I love your “fashion article title” posts. You amaze me!! 🙂
Thanks Skye!! 🙂 🙂
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