Today I was working at my computer when I heard the unmistakable sound of wings passing by, saw from my peripheral vision a sharp-shinned hawk passing by. The sound of those wings was amazing to me. I heard them through the glass of my French door. How powerful! That sound has stuck with me.
Many thanks to Lisa for hosting dVerse and quadrille this week!
The power in the wings
a strangled exhalation.
The hawk swoops.
I feel ever torn:
protector or naturalist.
My way, my birds, my squirrels.
I fill the bird feeder,
gray, white feathers mingle
with similarly-shaped willow leaves.
Hawk, I hope, rather than cat.