in the private light of my cave
she eyed me warily
before screaming and flying to me
resting quietly above
alone together, we two
i guessed him from a distance
because i’m lucky
to see a place he might be
he was, his pushups waved
hello there, you again
thinking of nothing is magic
makes the desert sing
a requiem for life
in harmony with the past and a future
of lost frequencies found
on the way home one last call
my red tailed raptor’s shadow
touches me under the mid-day sun
sharing a silhouette of meaning
her lone call pierces my kneeling heart.