caught my beloved bird

preying, red tail hawk.

the rich olive green

underbelly of the Whitestone

Bridge offered up a glimpse

of a twofer.

redtail with a pigeon in toe--

a solitary feather whirled down

from the appreciably wide

crossbeam.

no more feathers fell down--

only that redtail going in.

watching it dip up and down ,

somewhere along the line

learning to dismember its prey

within that obscuring crossbeam.

from other birds of prey.