Saw a Hawk

 

.  .  . saw a hawk landing today

on a telephone wire, her down muddy

color of plowed fields around her.

As her talons were about to take

plastic casing

a wind came up knocking

her back into the air.

She struggled between the line

and the wind, wings trying

to shape the air to perch

until she was forced to fall

away from the lure, falling

into a glide to rest

down wind.

 

first published in: Living With a Stranger: self portrait, 1993.

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About johnsmithiiimxiii

John Smith, IIMXIII is the avatar of an award winning poet, artist, etc. who still lives in the Palouse country of the Pacific NW. He has not received much notice with his prose . . . but as his avatar, I hope that he keeps plugging along.

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