Hawk and Crows
Crows are mobbing a hawk,
it is perched on a high branch,
striving to ignore
the sharp beaked onslaught,
yet it cannot withstand for long,
the onrushing claws and wings.
The crows work as one together,
they are relentless,
the larger raptor lifts into the air
seeking a less raucous space of sky,
for a while
the bold birds loudly chase.
Glint-eyed corvids
caw in rowdy triumph,
then, as usual,
they rattle the trees, as they
squabble and taunt each other,
just for the dark joy of it.
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