Bird Of Prey Poem by Guy Northam

Two days ago, I found you dead
On the roadside.
In my absence you have grown lean;
You have become shrunken, your feathers
Wind-blown.
A fly now inhabits your eye.
You are colonized:
From one death, many are fed;
From the passing of one life, others
Spring forth.
But I regret your parting
And despise the man responsible
For your murder - it is that.
He did not see the cruelty in the act
But I see beauty
In the fact of your going:
There is a fascination in those
You have bred
And what you have left.