Stealthily
she comes on powerful wings,
dropping from
the sky,
darting
between houses,
as if they
were canyon walls,
eyes fixed
on her prize;
the hapless
Gambel’s quail
with her
brood of chicks feeding beneath my feeders.
The Cooper’s
Hawk is spotted!
The birds
EXPLODE with fear!
The quail
run for cover
beneath the sheltering
green skirts of a desert broom.
The hawks
lands on my feeder pole and scours the yard with a hunter’s eye.
I run from
the house like a screaming banshee to chase her away.
The hawk
hesitates, then flies.
She is not afraid
of me!
She, too,
has hungry mouths to feed!
This is the
way of the desert.
~kathie
adams brown (May 29, 2013)