Wings
a red tailed-hawk
has scared away the songbirds
it perches on a high branch
silent and still as if carved in stone
a regal sight
a mob has arrived
cawing like angry villagers
some dive in
like kamikaze pilots
others circle and harass
bullying the air
with clubbing stiff wingspans
the hawk takes off
a posse of crows chase
attacking its tail
an old groundhog under the hedgerow
has seen it all before
so have the hawk and the crows
it's a ritual warfare
for the supremacy of a patch of sky
none may own
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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