WHO'S NEXT

she looks out her window at night, yes this is another night, not much differet from the last, yes the moon is out, the cyotes crying at the silent stars above, an eagles nest sits far up a dieing tree, visable from all around, the eye moves back and forth watching, listening, waiting, for the right time, to leap up into the cold moonlit night, wind russling on by in the silence, as her claws reach out to take her next meal, and with that she is gone again, into the night, always wondering who's next.

Reviews

[Isha Ethera]

Ha, I like that.

[bob skye]

up
on
again.
I would recommend dropping these words. See if you can find them, then strike them out and read your poem aloud. Hint: They come in that order.
Reading aloud is such a fantastic tool.
This work contains great meter, and maintains it throughout. Just think how much different it might be (might not--I'm not Ezra Pound) if those three little lines went away.