Morning Rush

Scatter of blue jays and mourning doves.

Goldfinch, redpoll, junco and chickadees gone.

The feeder swings empty.

 

Melting snow on a grey white morning.

 

Sudden thud, frantic wing beating of a sharp-shinned hawk

pressed and panicked against a plexiglass wall.

Barking dog, spilled coffee. Spring for the door.

 

But she is away. Shaken.

Composing herself on the branch of a nearby tree.

 

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