Some Don't Matter

Does it count that I've watched you
and learned my place
while you stalk the world
surrounded by the redolence
of easy prey

No

What counts is the moment of capture
the first bite into the flesh
of the meat within your talons
a quiver upon your tongue
that shakes away your fear

While

I remain in trust
to my own fallibility
able to see the beauty of death
without fear
watching your eyes sparkle
in the reflection of my demise