Janet Mary Zylstra
Hawk On The Roof - Poem by Janet Mary Zylstra
You were dangling from the sky
Until the string snapped
And you plunged beak first
Into your dinner.
You were plucking dormant doves
From beneath the eaves
And answering a timeless question
Why cook when there's a take-away close by?
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