Raptor

In response to her words...

Ice sculpture frozen in the distance...
offers no resistance
To the constant stream of my persistance
Delicate
Every line in his feature
Eagle beak screaming
He feels I am demeaning him
Every time I observe
A trait in his demeanour
Screaming sounds
This bird of prey
I am a raptor
And he is a safe place to land
He does not understand
The command of my presence
or the resonance
Of my feathers in the wind
His skin is cold