Thursday, October 26, 2017

Buteo jamaicensis (red-tailed hawk)


Chickenhawk,
or common pigeon raptor,
an immigrant in suburbia,
your callused talons, prone to thievery
bone protruding shoulders, penetrate the blues
excess in feathers weighs one down.
Perch and peer,
wedged between a wishbone branch,
hurling her duck observations in high notes
as if swan songs were her only repertoire. 

Tenacious she, 
returns three days crooked, famished with
foresight, laser vision, and perspective-poised, 
she waits, she sees green, she feels envy.
The fluffy housecat chases his tail 
to satisfy his urges
the hawk launches
and draws his keen ellipse together.






Photo credit By U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service Headquarters (Red-tailed hawk  Uploaded by Dolovis) [CC BY 2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0) or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

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