Leave my chickens alone!
I have worked hard for them,
A handmaiden of fowl.
Collecting beautiful eggs
The gift of the species
Pink, brown, blue-green and white.
Presented at Easter,
A symbol of the Lamb of God,
And the Spring of Life.
Leave my chickens alone, hawk.
I won’t even share.
I remember, two short years ago,
When I first saw you wheeling over the kudzu
Riding the thermals,
Not even graced with the brick colored tail of a Proper Redtailed hawk,
And I gasped at your splendor, a winged god
From the cosmos, glittering white ash against a cobalt sky,
And you landed one day in my birdbath,
Trying to look like a stone sculpture,
And just the flicker of your 8x eyes
Looked over the songbirds for lunch.
Copyrighted, 2014 (This poem originally published in “Pitcher of Moon”, Amazon.com)