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.
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