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!
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.
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.
Staring at the face of Evil
Today I took Hector to the hospital to visit the sick people. On my way out, an EEG tech stopped me to ask about Hector. We were talking in the main hall when a slimy, sleezy man walked by. He was about 6’3″, very thin, really redneck looking, usual redneck uniform: jeans and a t-shirt, with a baseball cap. He had white ear buds in his ears. Hector looked at the man, hunched back into defensive position, put his tail between his legs and growled a basso grumble.
I stared at the man, thinking, “this must be an awful person.”
He stared right back at me, looked me straight in the eyes and said, “He sure knows a bad person when he sees one.” He turned and headed toward the elevators.
The tech and I looked at each other, mouths agape. I moved over to the tech and whispered, “I was just thinking that he must be a very bad person.”
The tech answered, “What terrible things did he do that he knows he’s such a bad person?”
You can’t imagine the chills that went up my spine, raised the hairs on my arms and my neck, and just spooked me beyond belief.
After that, Hector kept his tail between his legs for awhile. The next man who came over to him, with a long ZZ-Top type of beard also scared him. However, when I looked at that man’s beady eyes, he did not seem the epitome of evil.