The Critic

The Critic

Atop a cobra lamppost

Sits the wind ruffled predator/observer

Quietly, steadily, above

The parking lot of the wholesale club

Below a tower

As lights flash along the red spindly legs

And swooping unknowing around are

Pigeons and starlings, sparrows, and cedar waxwings

The red tailed hawk is seemingly ignored

By all but me

Watching the bird from the car window

Radio turned down

as the light failed

and the sky darkened

Watching, watching

Noting, exhaling, eyes blinking

The raptor knows, I see,

Of the coming dusk over the asphalt

And looks wisely

Well fed perhaps

Eyeing the scene below

Of shopping carts full

Carrying carrion,

Cheezits, laundry detergent

Cases of paper towels

Shoppers/hunters/gatherers certainly

Worth nothing more

Than a glance from one who

Grips the metal with terrible,

sharp and slashing talons

balanced holding close the silent speedy wings

Dropping from the sky

Only to kill the worthy frightened prey.

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[stephanie]

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I have really missed you and sat inder. I am in Key West now. I found your blog and wanted you to know that I think your photos are outstanding! I love the architectural genre and the patterns you find. I would say your work is similar to Georgia O'keeffe, only yours uses geometric shapes rather than organic shapes like she did. beautiful work, sat nam, steph