Great wingspan, all grace and power. The voice was not raw and hardedged, but smooth and musical. A wonder. Agape, I watched the sweeping arc and felt the sound. Frequency and spectrum resonant.
Closer, larger, the shadow drifts, it is landing. Shocked into action, I run, waving. Shouting clumsily into the opus. Stop! It is not safe here! But it could not hear me. Feathers stretched back with an acrobat's flourish, it reached out of the sky to test the earth.
Small and unassuming, razorsharp, they came quickly. No doubt or malice, so many it was soon done. All accounted for in freezer bags.
Awkward with feeling, my hands ache.