vamoose

eagle dropping
from windy sky
and i crouch
sink into the snow
hope against hope
that tremors
of cold and fear
do not betray me
i weigh me
my chances
of outrunning claws
death from above
in iron-like jaws
vamoose or remain
talons approaching
wonder in vain
still my breath
as shadow passes
hear the squeak
and crunch ahead
sense of shame
in release of dread
that they, not i, are dead
before i shake
off the snowflakes
and fear
hop lazily away
as though the eagle
was never here