I shall teach my heart not to sing
like a hooded falcon, quiet and resigned to the jesses.
To let my heart soar,
I tell myself, would be a fearsome and frightening thing.
Once I spot my prey
I would release him and fly upward.
As I ascend into the air,
my handsome hare across the room.
Diving effortlessly, I snag my man,
Falling and binding with him until
Our hearts beat as one.
But my heart's wings crumble at the whisper of wind.
I have not hunted in many years.