As the wind whispers through the grasp of the last dewy boughs The prey becomes visible in the moonlight How wrong it seemed to be free Untethered to the safety of the shadows, clear as doom itself Get back, I'm flying over you Cause that's my calling card That fleeting moment of uncertainty grazed my back As wing feathers tensed in anticipation of glory Within a blink I was off, gullet agape and claws outstretched Prepared for the final strike