Spotify:
Remember to scroll down to the appropriate audio episode.
Sharp-Shin
She surveys her empire
from our back porch
steps into space
plunges her body’s weight
into fragile air.
A feathered arrow,
she makes contact, feet first,
bowling the unsuspecting robin
over on the ground.
His shrill shriek emerges
from a beak shredding failing air.
The hawk’s claws clench.
Her victim’s movements weaken,
eyes gaze into darkness.
One final spasm,
a last quick twitch,
and the robin is gone,
one wing dragging,
borne skywards
in the hawk’s claws.
rogermoorepoet 
Well done! But so tragic, I suppose so is nature!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Nature red in tooth and claw. It is quite the shock when it happens. On occasion, we just find feathers and a spot of blood beneath the feeders. This was in mid-lawn and so sudden. Here one second, gone the next. Thank you for reading!
LikeLike