sometimes a hawk, by Herman Shorts | poems, essays, and short stories in Poeticous

Herman Shorts

Herman Shorts

sometimes a hawk

of course it is

not about you.

you have to know this,

like baby birds know worms

come with mother’s return,

but sometimes a hawk

interferes with this.

(2014)

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