I saw three hawks yesterday morning.
Two were sitting on light poles
And the third on a bale of hay.
They all seemed larger than life
The way some things can
Right before they pass.
I believe they were all Red-shouldered hawks
And cursed myself for not having my SLR.
It was an early Sunday morning,
People trafficking in faith and sleeping late.
My son and I both saw them
As we drove the somnolent streets.
And being amateur orinthologists
We wondered what could be divined?
Then realized their hunger drove them
Development aka progress had driven them
From the forest and canopies
And now they were out in the open
Hungry, starving, shivering despite the sunshine
The way some things can right before they pass.