City Hawk
From the top of Penn Center
he chose his first victim
Twenty stories up
as the train rolls below
A solitary pigeon
breaks free of the pack
Its eyes focused downward
for scraps that might show
His wings ever silent
with talons extended
At over a hundred
he drops from the sky
The prey in his clutches
a nest on the spire
where eyas sit waiting
—their mouths open wide
(16th & JFK Boulevard-Philadelphia: May, 2022)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2022
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