Written by C Hues
June 16, 2022
Above it all—the hawk stood still Surveying, seeking her next kill The professors walking to their cars And leaving less in the lot She spots the sun—this time of June The hawk is cool, can’t change her tune The sparrows dive and peck away The hawk gives them no time of day With few cars left, she sees a dash She swoops, surrenders to the air She misses it by an inch But never questions, “Where?” The last car wobbles off A tiny squirrel—without its will The hawk’s eyes say bye to the squirrel And hello to the meal