She is a falconress,
Sending her jess-bound wrath
Into a cloud-clamped sky
To stoop at my soaring heart.

I am the forest soul,
Clad in rusty autumn,
Wind-borne with her regard
Afraid of falling prey.

We are a history,
A pair of lives entwined
By love and too-long habit;
A hunting pair that survive
One another.