Black Raven Death

A falcon was sent into
The air by his master
To begin his hunt for food.

With firm beats of his wings he ascended
Into the sky to begin his search.

There his eyes spotted far below him
A black figure
Stirring in the depths.

Circling high up in the sky
The falcon awaited the
Best moment to strike.

With great speed the
Falcon dove upon his prey
His wings folded to reduce
The drag of the winds.

The prey didn't notice
The threat from above
When all of a sudden his sight went black.

Sharp talons piercing the flesh
Death came swiftly.

There was no way to escape.

The slain bird was heavier
Then he expected.

The falcon couldn't maintain his altitude.

He felt reluctant to let go of his prey
But the threat of sharp rocks was at hand.

Then a southern wind went through the air…
Drifting on the warm current
Carried by the wind
The falcon quickly climbed again.

He shot through the sky over the forest
When he heard his master's call.

In return the falcon gave a shriek
As an answer to his name.

His master wondered what
The falcon was carrying
The large black shadow
He firmly held.

The black raven is dead.

He has killed himself a black raven
An unusual prey for a falcon
But still
The black raven is dead.