A Hawk and a Mouse
In flight and
soaring,
A hawk swirls,
Effortless it
seems,
Sunbeams,
Streams of winter
light,
Oddly angled,
Yet, brilliant
enough to illuminate,
The brown and
withered leaves,
Left upon the
lowly trees,
And, taller ones
quite barren now,
A majestic scene,
A twiggy fabric,
Brown except for
bits of blue,
Some sky that
taller trees let through,
Now brilliant red
upon a bush,
A cardinal draws
my eye,
Away from nesting “girl”
nearby,
Our hawk,
So, silent,
Vigilant,
Slowly paces,
He places himself,
At the edge of the
branch,
He soars,
Now down upon the
distant shore,
Across the icy
pond,
Some pile of
leaves,
Are thrown,
He missed,
He flies away,
A lucky mouse
lives one more day!
Peter Lowell
Paulson
January 20, 2015
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