this encounter –
piercing golden eyes
a coat of mottled feathers,
a new visitor to our river –
not sure who is more startled.
(Smaller than the bald eagle, this bird of prey was perched riverside. Suspect it is a red-tailed hawk. For Granny Shot It’s Bird of the Day.)
Elegantly attired, he arrives,
focused on an afternoon feast –
garter snakes hiding in bushes –
hadn’t counted on human presence,
interrogates me with hawkish eyes,
just long enough to be immortalized.
(Written for dVerse, hosted by Lilian, who challenges us to create an alphabetical sestet. To find out more or join in, click here. Photo credit: V.J. Knutson)