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The lions of the sky
sixty million years young
strong over rings of Sequoia
soar under rings of Saturn
through a howling winter
hunting grounds yield enough
warm blood and gristle
to keep wings firm,
vision perfect.
Pick bats from cracks of rock face
track rabbit in open scrub
drop rock to smash an egg
in the raptor passages of another kingdom
older tradition than our own
sustain twice the g-force
our best fighter pilots can
surf the wind
stalk beneath the forest canopy
a shriek launches each morning
for these acrobatic assassins.
copyright 2004
John
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