Buteo buteo

You mudfaced creature
once standing out 
in the powerless sky
now standing out in
the hut of the river bank
blue couldn't have
turned browner
wings couldn't have been
folded any other way
than for the final closing
the highest of sounds
taken down by
the longest of silences
asking to become
a majestic medicine prey

Swan

Swan skull,

You've been cleaned
with care
by the smallest ones
your head is blank now
whiter than
your cloak
has ever been
your beak still
ready to speak,
hesitating between
ivory, snow or
vanilla ice-cream

Amongst those who know
about water standing still
you're the greatest