Helps you hunt me down
but prohibits you from speaking,
to your prey.

You seem to prefer the idea
that “Silence Is Everything”.
Although, you say everything
so loudly...with your eyes.

They say “Eyes Are The Windows
To The Soul”, but your soul is like
a reflection between two mirrors facing each other.

There is only a reflection of a tunnel
filled with darkness and the
emptiness of words.

Speak to me, hawk.
Tell me why I have
been chosen as your
Prey.

Chelsea DeVries

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hawk-eye-stare/