From up on high, a hush
cool focus through time.
Breezing wishes; feathers lost. A rainbow of browns, and
such soft hazel eyes.
Sharpening claws; sharp pause. The cold that knows, no shiver
flocking beneath meaty wings.
Shapeshifter; enchanted arrow spinner. But again, those soft hazel eyes
don’t belong to such a killer.
Now shaking head, satisfied. Holding my unflinching gaze
still and glinting like a blade.
Preening proud, Merlin’s magic abound.