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.
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