I sit here high above on a cliff or log

While I view the world below

My next meal will soon appear

As the fall wind moves without fear

I move not a muscle porch in my silence

A living stone animal

The energy I saved for the kill today

From hawk eyes this is my way

And when I see my victim

I move into action

Like lightening I strike

With little or no motion

Death comes quickly

From either claw

Just another day kill that is all

This is a birds of prey thrill