*Sharp-shinned Hawk*
Predator
April
Today,
Dawning
Grey
And
Chill.
The
Local
Hawk
Sits
Insolently
On
The
Wall
Devouring
His
Kill.
Standing
On
The
Damaged
Finch
With
Crooked
Claws,
He
Gnaws
By
Inches
And
Feathers
Drift
Into
The
Street.
He
Must
Eat,
But
I think
It
Wrong
That
I have
Lost
A
Song
In
Service
To
The
Hunter
And
His
Need,
April
Music
As
His
Feed.
April
Today,
Dawning
Grey
And
Chill.
The
Local
Hawk
Sits
Insolently
On
The
Wall
Devouring
His
Kill.
Standing
On
The
Damaged
Finch
With
Crooked
Claws,
He
Gnaws
By
Inches
And
Feathers
Drift
Into
The
Street.
He
Must
Eat,
But
I think
It
Wrong
That
I have
Lost
A
Song
In
Service
To
The
Hunter
And
His
Need,
April
Music
As
His
Feed.
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