September 20, 2009

Visiting Hawk

Beautiful markings,

like the fronsting on

a sugary napolean pastry.

On wings of soft mink, he glided in onto a ceanothis,
where, like a rock climber,
he made his way down into the brush,
whereupon he grabbed a meal;
one of our poor quail.
Hawks need to eat, too.

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