Hawk (2)
Poetry
Published in
May 24, 2024
As morning crept over the silent school grounds,
I took the long path around.
The hawk landed and perched on a chimney stack — perched and puffed his proud chest to speak of his nightly pursuits —
Fresh from the hunt
Full-belly
Boasting.
He spied me side-eyed as I made my approach —
Too far and too small to be a threat but too large and loud to be an easy meal —
So he sat cautiously still yet unafraid as my heels click-clomped on the pavement path —
To start again.
