One Final Drink

to whom does this feather fall,
flying overhead she looks.
ahead in the distance he bows and circles back.
swooping down for one final drink.

wingtip brushing through.
she turns to watch as his claws tear the flesh
blood drips as he soars.
higher and higher he disappears into the peaks

this gift, this medicine!
her heart races as she runs
he left it for me! he left it for me! she thinks
she stops dead in her tracks

turns around and bows deep and low
raises her arms and spreads her wings
jumps into the air and soars into the clouds.
circles around and dives straight down

she turns to look. her wings, slick.
feathers rustling in the wind, a deep brown.
she see's one feather fall to the ground
she bows and circles back around to see where it fell

he reaches down and picks it up
kneeling he catches her gaze.
eyes lock. flames ignite.
she swoops down for one final drink...