Theme: Nature

The Falcon

The Falcon1.jpg
A pile of ashes, it so looked like from
a window, feathers, fluff, turned out to be,
suggesting pigeon; twitching in the brown,
a delicate, deft plucking, contrary

to common garden rules, where foxes cross
discreetly, cat may catch mouse out of sight;
but here, this tiny butcher set up shop,
the lawn his table, dining, as a right

God-given, openly, and undisturbed
as any contour in that idyllic scene,
tearing and wrenching, bird feasting on bird;
and we must watch, and see how coats of green

that cover trees and field, and make for eyes
a bloodless theme, sprouts red in more than flowers;
and in our biased scheme of paradise
ongoing violence, the falcon honors.


More By  :  R. D. Ashby

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