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.