Hector and the Hawk
Hector and Hawk in My Back Yard
Hector and the Hawk
who are you, fearless chicken
with beak of honed steel-edge
and savage, hostile talons,
sitting on my perch with arrogant stare,
and merciless terrible eyes,
ready to tear off a head,
beautiful, wild, patient,
false manner of inaction,
awful thoughts beam from your eyes?
why do you not tease like blackbirds?
or scuttle away like sparrows?
you are on your own: no murder nor flock.
my tormenting baritone barks
are but lame sounds;
you stare me down.
you are mirthless, without pity
and i mean nothing to you!
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One day, when Hector was my only dog, I heard him barking and barking without stop. This was not usual, so I looked at the window to see what was going on, and there was a Hawk. Hector could turned around and looked at me, “Why is this stupid bird not afraid of me. I’m doing my job, barking, and it just doesn’t care.” I captured this in the picture above.
Written for:
prompt – “My Backyard”
I wrote this little poem , from Hector’s point of view, to go with this event and picture.
Also posted on: Wordless Wednesday: Eat your veggies!
Photo Credit: Mine (c) 2006 all rights reserved, credit if you use it, please.
Posted on October 23, 2011, in Animal, Dogs, http://sundayscribblings.blogspot.com/, Poetry, Sunday Scribblings and tagged beak, blackbirds, dog, flock, fly, hawk, hector, inaction, mirthless, murder, my backyard, pity, savage, sparrow, sunday scribblings, talons, tease, terrible, wind. Bookmark the permalink. 14 Comments.
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ZONGRIK 
I can just imagine Hector barking and barking! Great write.
Tammy, your writing is amazing!
That’s so cute! Your writting describes your dog’s expression very well! 🙂
I love dogs so much and i wish i could talk with mine, and all animals. But they do talk in their own way. It’s nice to read your poem describing what he thinks and what he would say in words.
This was such a sweet way to say what you had to say. Thanks.
You are so welcome Zongrik and thanks for your reply. I like your poem and you dog is very cute, so is the hawk 😉
This is wonderful, Bat-Ami…and kind of weird for me since just last week the same thing happened here. There was a huge hawk sitting on my back fence and my little Jack Russell (luckily from inside the house) just went ballistic. The hawk just turned his head and looked back at the house. Stayed there for quite awhile, but I didn’t see it fly off. They are magnificent creatures. We see them frequently here…as I’m sure you do, too.
I see them frequently, but never again have I seen one on my fence.
Very well written- love the word “scuttle”
My backyard has been home to hawks.
Enjoyed.
Most enjoyable read, good thing Hector was a big dog, that hawk might have been thinking of a way to carry him off.
Perfect for the prompt and you even got the photo. Thanks for joining WW.
The relationship between animals is amazing. I have seen odd combinations like the friendship of a babyhyppo and a huge tortoise. Thanks for your explanation of your name.
Great descriptions in this one zongrik–as your poem points out, the hawk is a solitary and very focused kind of bird, but I always think they enjoy flight for its own sake more than many–they ride the thermals all day long, and I don’t know if its all about eating. I have a dog that would be extremely outraged by this hawk’s behavior, but is forced to direct it at crows, and the neighbor’s guinea hens, who violate her idea of her territory frequently.
The nerve!
That’s a special visitor for Hector !