Mrs. Hawkheart Poem by William F Dougherty

Mrs. Hawkheart



[Carry a wooden stake.]

Nothing escapes her raptor's heart
or tempers her malign regret:
Medusan stares transfix, condemn
her casualties to caves of blame.

Her hawkheart strikes without remorse:
it never seems to her perverse
to shriek at will, suspect the worse,
and sink her talons deep as a curse.

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