Hawk
Who do you think you are up there in the air
Where you see all that moves or even thinks
Two hundred and fifty miles per hour
The audacity of your velocity
Then the explosion of bird bright feathers
Now you circle close to take a look at me
Human eye caught tight in Hawk eye
Who sent you to see me, to stand guard here
What arrogance of ferocity
Crow cry means fat Hawk in the sky
Even while I sit here writing poetry
You pick your kill clean with beak and claw
Will you take the cheek or the lady fair?
What strange screams you make high in high noon air.
SL 01/05/2003