Milvus milvus
Your eye is a citrine flash,
better than any drone,
fishing in the wind
for small things.
There once was a myth you
could hunt dogs and lambs.
Take a child down
with your fork and claws.
These days your haul is
a kiss of earthworms,
a crunch of rabbit bones
a smear of roadkill, still warm.
We will find laundry
stripped, rubbish spilled
as you line your nest.
Keeping our secrets close.
Lynn Valentine is a sometimes writer living on the Black Isle. She has had work published online and in anthologies. She read at StAnza 2018 as part of the My Time project. In a past life she worked for the BBC.