November Seeks Its Prey
The hawks are back on the Mall roofs.
They form youthful bullying gangs
and only the parking lot geese are not intimidated
smaller bird scatter to the snowy woods.
November slides on black ice
toward light displays of hollow jollity,
No one pauses to see the hangry hawks
as the raptors scan flocks of shoppers
with their ever bleating lambs.
The hawks are not seeking us however,
they are hunting the fearful,
they see many such
as our minds cast their shadows
on a sheltering landscapes.
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