Hawk
By
John I. Blair
A thump outside my window
Makes me look quick,
Just in time to spy
The sharp claws, hooked beak.
No meal today;
But scattered feathers
Early in the week
Testified a keen eye,
A lightning swoop.
And I am implicated
In the deed, my diligence
Dumping finch and dove feed
Not merely giving sustenance
To smaller fowl
But fostering this killer
In her bloody need.
©John I. Blair 2008
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