Close Encounter
I had a close encounter
Just this morning, on my walk,
When a bird of prey came swooping down -
A falcon or a hawk.
Either way, it flew right at me;
I saw feathers and a face
And it could have quickly grabbed my hat
And left without a trace.
Instead, it made it to a branch
And sat and looked around,
While a single startled turkey
Strutted, anxious, on the ground.
The hawk (or falcon - still not sure)
Did not stay very long.
It made it to another tree
And, though I could be wrong,
It likely found a tasty treat
And zoomed in for the kill.
I’m glad I didn’t see that part
(And hope I never will!)
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