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The Hawk and the Black Bird, by Dawn L. C. Miller
Window glass jarred at the sudden thrust.
On the lawn’s center by the bench
a sharp-shinned hawk
sat mantling her catch:
a grackle lay stunned under her slender talons.
An hour before,
the grackle had stood on the feeder
gazing and daring all comers.
His was the seed, the perch
the sun, his shining yellow eye.
His the muted rainbow moving on his neck feathers,
an avian auroral display.
Now the sharp-shin’s eye
in royal right and duty
held the sun’s gleam
before she took flight with her prey hanging beneath her.
Below them, I waited,
a ghost to complete the trinity,
wondering which one to bless.
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