birder

Birds of Prey

All the information I need

today just flew by the upstairs window

where I sit gazing north through

mullions not really mullions

a quintet of brachial trees

bare against Utrecht blue sky

Arvy’s sycamore buttered

with morning sun

sparrows ducking

in and out of the attic

next door under the baleful

eye of the dog

lazing on the rug beside me

under the west facing window

oblivious to a mating

pair of hawks at ten o’clock

already hard at it

while I while morning away

maybe a little bit guilty

about my lack of talons

the hapless chipmunk caught

out in the open

a nasty bit of business

worth avoiding

for someone so ill suited

to the work of birds of prey.