Leave my chickens alone!
I have worked hard for them,
A handmaiden of fowl,
Collecting rainbow eggs
The gift of the species
Pink, brown, blue-green and white,
Jumbled in the nest,
Warm succulent fruit
Awaiting the promise of birth.
Such precious gems
Presented at Easter,
Symbol of the Lamb of God,
The Spring of Life.
Leave my chickens alone, hawk.
I won’t even share.
I remember two short years ago,
When I saw you wheeling over the kudzu
Riding the thermals,
Not graced with the brick-colored tail
Of a proper Red Tail 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.