Encounter On Campus
Walking through the gardens;
sky sifting raindrops,
I was stopped in my tracks by a Hawk.
Wings flapping towards me,
he leapt from foot-to-foot;
a primal mating dance.
I went left, he went left;
I went right, he went right;
left right, left again, dancing foot-to-foot;
wings blocking my every advance.
I finally darted around him and looked back;
his expression… puzzled, revealed in
half-folded wings and stilled feet;
yes...rejected!
At the office, I reiterated my experience
to co-workers. One I could tell,
was struggling to suppress an explosive laugh.
Two weeks later she says:
“Do you recall telling me about
the hawk you encountered??
My husband was walking through those gardens yesterday
and one did the same thing to him!”
Hawks, red crested ones, are not common in this area;
the campus newspaper later reported;
“The city transplants 12 red-tailed hawks
to propagate the species.”
Did they have to do this in the middle of mating season?
Have these hawks seen each other
or do they think us humans would make better mates? Strangely, I was flattered.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2022
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