the hunter and the hunted

The Hunter and the Hunted

A hawk dropped a sparrow and
it fell in front of me.
picked it up held it in the palm of my hand,
to its heartbeat eased,
then put it on the handlebar of my bike;

it appeared that the birds was no aware
of my existence,
I was the hand of fate,
too big to be seen;

the sparrow scanned the sky, feeling safe
it took of and I admired it daring flight,
till a shadow blocked the sun,
casting gloom,
it was the hawk that
had returned to reclaim its kill