I watch the shadow-wings
swooping/gliding,
blocking out the sun.
I feel cold death
looming,
tingling through my veins,
as I scurry/flee
through my field home-
swiftness, silence,
chasing me down.
The blackness
blinds me
until I feel my bitty bones
crunch and crush
beneath the weight
of talons strong-
so strong, the lifelight
fades from my
ebony eyes
and the lush green grass
of my field home
is no more.