This November we had a sudden dump of snow, after which, a hawk began to visit our yard and eat the birds coming to our feeder. Even though we live in the city, nature still sometimes exerts itself in very hostile ways.
Sparrows mob our birdfeeder,
brittle now with winter’s touch,
when into this idyllic scene
a hawk does suddenly careen
now one less sparrow to be seen,
a shadow in the light.
A King—he glides above his realm
this feather-laden banquet table
reminding me life’s story’s made
of blood and bone and marrow.