Tuesday, December 9, 2014

The Hawk

That
Damn
Hawk
sits in bare branches
considering which
of my
hens to eat next
while I sit at
the window
considering how long it will be
before I get arrested,
if I shoot him.

Then
 the wind shifts
and the hawk
extends
elegant wings
to rise in silent circles
sunward

and I decide to let him live
just because
he is so

Beautiful.