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[aid] => mick
[title] => Death of a squirrel
[time] => 2009-04-20 00:03:40
[hometext] => I observe things everywhere I go. Then I write about them.
[bodytext] => With claws like swords, the hawk, Driven by hunger and the sweet Taste of blood drenched fur, Swooped down upon its prey. Tiny black eyes That once focused with alert Caution, faded into burnt Mirrors, frozen with the Reflection of trees As the spirit left. People crowd around and stare In amazement. ‘Look at the Hawk!’ ‘He’s eating a squirrel!’ ‘Isn’t he beautiful?’ I wonder if I was the only one Who heard the two squirrels Hiding by the tree. The cries. The curses. ‘Damn that Hawk!’ ‘He’s eating one of us again!’ ‘Isn’t he abominable?’ I tried to look behind the tree to see them, but seeing me, they did their dance. I am worse than the Hawk. I looked up and saw a squirrel’s nest, and Perched on a branch below it, was the Hawk. People were taking pictures of it with their phones. No one noticed the two squirrels crying Over the headless body in the grass. No one noticed how, upon smelling death, One squirrel stood on his hind legs and looked up into the sky. The other hopped away shrieking, as if it were calling something, then The pigeons flew from their hiding places and boldly landed In the open field. And for an instant, If you were listening closely you would have heard every squirrel In Parkchester moan. But no one noticed—except the Hawk. It watched them. I watched the Hawk. It seemed to ignore its human Admirers. But it posed for the pictures. Even kept its head straight In different positions. It watched the sun. And it watched the food. And it watched the squirrel’s nest. Then, as if to say “Enough!” it spread its feathers, and floated Downward, snatched up the dead squirrel, and with two or three flaps Of the wings, was gone. As I walked away I heard a young woman say with excitement “What a beautiful bird!” [comments] => 2 [counter] => 144 [topic] => 43 [informant] => BoscoMelano [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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