the hawk waited for his meal while resting atop the fence post
gazing intensely at the old dirt road for activity
the storm, that just passed, left a muddy mess for his prey to splash in
suddenly, from under the gate, he saw movement
a gesture so slight and insignificant that only a hawk's sharp eyes could see
and see it, he does
slowly, ever so slowly, he begins a slow, engineered glide, from the post top
swooping in to gracefully capture his target
dinner is served...!

Brian Hill - 2020 # 282