Dark and infinitesimal place
obscured like the black crow's wing
perches hunched and waiting
quiet on breath of night,
muffled.
Talon dug for each inattentive moment
in which the field mouse stumbles upon
labyrinth unfolding.
Predator like a god removed
hungry for such a condemned soul,
but patient.
The bird's hooked foot wrings the shadowed limb
telling time that death should near.
Cloaked moment makes itself known
and in that quiet place between here and there
an absence grows
where faith replaces what was known.
Wingspan unfurled, the figure drops with swiftness
like a stone cast in the well
in final descent.