While out on a walk, a Red-tailed Hawk
suddenly swooped in without a sound.
His flared tail, a copper fan,
slowed his landing onto the branch.
He shook and shivered
his body feathers into place.
Considered this tree a possible space
to scan the ground for possible prey.
But soon became indignant
that I was watching him watch.
He lifted off effortlessly and flew away,
seemingly disgruntled by my human presence,
and searching for new possibilities.
© 2024 Richard Havenga
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