CALLING
Dead limb.
Hunched hawk.
Rust-red shoulders
glow. Morning breeze
flutters cinnamon
feathers.
Yellow eyes knife
empty space.
Ignored.
Kiiir, kiir
splits cool air,
no answer.
Poems by Barbara Brooks
CALLING
Dead limb.
Hunched hawk.
Rust-red shoulders
glow. Morning breeze
flutters cinnamon
feathers.
Yellow eyes knife
empty space.
Ignored.
Kiiir, kiir
splits cool air,
no answer.