The Hawk and the Handler

Instinctively, you spread your wings and puff your chest---
but it’s just for show, and you remain perched
on my forearm like my arm is the limb
of an awkward looking tree.
Calmly, I wield you like a fancy bracelet
trying not to appear as uncomfortable as you make me.
Can your fierce eyes pierce through my skin
and prey upon my nervousness
like a small field mouse?
-2007