The Merlin Hawk
by Richard L. Provencher

shuffled tired feathers 
via journey's early light

through morning mist 
over sheep, staring donkeys, 
hurled against the wind. 

Exhausted wings drew her 
to an activity of red polls, 
sparrows, finches 
and a woodpecker's tattoo, 
primary for her attention

a snack or two presenting
itself. Suddenly without 
fanfare nor nasty intentions, 
released herself to new spaces.

 Richard L. Provencher

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