The Elegant Eaglet flies far far above the horizon

So young so bold yet so naive

I stand with my menacing German Mauser firearm on a small cliff, crouched to avoid detection

So Stealthy so powerful yet so vulnerable

The Eaglet swoops, her beautiful movement like that of an exotic dancer in a dimlit club on a friday night

So sensual so entrancing yet so innocent

I sit in a prone position in my camoflauge with my merchant of death weapon in hand

So cladestine so strong yet so weak

The Eaglet slows up and passes me at an angle of elevation of 30 degrees

So slow so smooth yet so fast

I pull the trigger of my rifle and the bird falls out of the air to the ground

So dead so dead yet never more so alive.