Lunch
The hawk flew in and the cardinal broke his neck
Against the window pane, attempting is escape
The other birds at the feeder flew the coop
The hawk came back for another swoop
And got neither swick nor sweck
For efficiency’s sake and to satisfy a hunger
Couldn’t the hawk scoop the dying twitching cardinal?
No? because he’s not the carrion type?
Would that twitching thing be already carrion?
And worth nether pick nor peck?
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It is always a challenge to figure out what animals think of, and why they can’t see the same paths of least resistance we can.
Also, I like the rhythm here!
Thanks L Coyne. I’ve been thinking what animals must be thinking but always revert back to; they don’t. I know some who talk to them, well.
I don’t think we’d like nature if it talked back to us, at least not as much.
I love the birdfeeder scene and the wonder at their actions. What to the catepillars think when they crawl off the milkweed when a bird eats one of them? And don’t they get tired of the game, the stress? The animals may be looking at us — asking the same questions.
Another poem worth reading more than once, or even thrice. Great title and the last line is genius!
thank you Nita Marie. The Great Horned Worm that eats tomatoes is sometimes used as a place for wasps to lay its eggs. When that happens the worm stops eating almost as a self sacrifice saying OK now I am no longer a tomato eater but now wasp food. I willingly give myself over to my new task.
Pretty grim. Does the worm become the wasp? E = mc²