Just Outside My Window

There's a parade just outside my window. Storm rains ended cues sky steeped in steely blues, a screech of a dozen blue jays young with their families play a clutch of short, fat, thin and tall shouting out in their own rhapsody calls. Lower on the ground edging in and out hunger bound, a challenge of gray squirrels and a toss about tails unfurled, over a store of sunflower seeds and the winner takes it all needs. In between the dew laden brush a tiny wren petite and small, hushed slips in and out the color sprawls of summer fading into fall where humid heavy heat slide gracefully in repeat. In the wings, somewhere well hid lay the hawk waiting in its grid and the view is suddenly in pause each creature is still listening because the hawk with talons sharp and eager beak ready and eager to swoop and sweep. At the ready, both young and old raise their voices loud and scold the foolhearty risk takers that stay so easily the hawk would steal away then without his wanted prize the hawk returns to the trees in disguise.