The Kill

She'll prey on you.

She flew in on a southern wind -

A bird in flight on a balmy breeze.

Seeking safety in the trees a-bend;

Leaning back from the swirling seas.

 

Exotic bird with deep dark eyes,

Jet plummage with red highlights

A lovely sight in the soaring highs

A dark outline against cloudy whites.

 

Swooping down she spots her prey.

Running from her there is no slip;

He's the target she wants today.

But nothing can escape her grip.

 

His struggle is way too brief -

Her talons have him, she won't let go.

She takes his heart just like a thief.

He's hers forever; there is no mo'.

 

She climbs on up toward the night

A dark outline, singing still

Dancing under the pale moonlight

Knowing that her looks can kill.

 

 

Copyright © 2005 Larry Coffey