That hawk,
the one who sometimes attracts my attention,
by
repeating a pattern of swooping ellipses, as if
signaling me,
I'm witcha man, I fly by each day to say,
look up, I'm witcha man, which
is what my lizard brain would say, I think,
if it had words,
to express awareness of the pattern seeming
meaningful
enough
to
warrant a closer look.
Ah, I see. The hawk is not signaling me, she is hunting
my neighbor's range fed chickens.
May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 3:53 PM UTC
That hawk,
the one who sometimes attracts my attention,
by
repeating a pattern of swooping ellipses, as if
signaling me,
I'm witcha man, I fly by each day to say,
look up, I'm witcha man, which
is what my lizard brain would say, I think,
if it had words,
to express awareness of the pattern seeming
meaningful
enough
to
warrant a closer look.
Ah, I see. The hawk is not signaling me, she is hunting
my neighbor's range fed chickens.
At a glance, I figured it out.
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