Lunch: The New Missionary Position

Across the street, 
beyond the spire,

gracefully lighting 
upon a wire,

high above the 
evergreen pine,

white and grey, 
poised so fine;

a skillful hawk, 
with prey in claw,

tears at flesh, 
warm, wet, and raw.

I hear a knock,

and have a hunch, 

I too may now have 

prey for lunch!

~gj duerrschmidt

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