Date Night

Silently he lands
on the tough, brown,
softly,swaying palm branch.
His yellow legs are strong
and accented by heavy, black
razor sharp talons.
Feeling my admiration,
his yellow eyes find me and then
they begin to observe the area
around the palm. 
Statue still,  his feet stay
locked on one spot.
I tried not to swallow or
 move a muscle,
as he occasionally glared at me; I didn't want him to leave.
Not before I wondered when he would fly off,
he quietly sunk downward
barely scratching the tough, green grass
with his sharp forks ahead of him.
I watched as he decided to pick up
 a shiny black snake
to take the creature on a swinging blind date.
An unexpected, magical,
winged ride to dinner.