“Cooper’s Hawk” by Jane Beal



I saw a hawk
high up
in the tree –

a large hawk,
silent at first,
with clear markings.

I wondered
if this one

mice or songbirds.
Later, I knew
she would

soar through the air
to seize her prey

But this afternoon,
she was not
a silent hunter.

She was calling
and calling
and would not stop

her cry
until it filled
the riparian woodland

with the sound
of her presence and
her preternatural desire.



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