Friday, April 2, 2010

April 2

Redhawk Wildlife Preserve

After a life of nighttime dive bombings
by raptors large enough to block the sun,

last night, I was visited by a perfectly normal
red winged hawk. "Look," I said, "it's lovely."

No one noticed. It's prey was merely a small bird.
Hemlock branches shook and feathers shimmied out.

As it fought for its life, the bedraggled bird flew past
my hand, which held it, a moment,

keeping it, at least, from the hawk, who flew off.

1 comment:

  1. Oh the survial of the fittest! Nicely done!