The hawk
Swooped in
And
Made its
Kill
The
Mourning Dove
Lies
Deadly
Still
All
Decked out in
Brightest
Yellow
He’s
One snazzy
Goldfinch
Fellow
fluffing and preening
after a refreshing bath
robin in heaven
Monochrome Monday
The Calendar
Said
It was
Spring
But here
I sit
In snow
Again
Red robin bobs along with ease
Taking flight should there be need
Always knows where can be found
Newly broken, fresh-tilled ground
Pecking in the dirt to find
Juicy worms on which to dine
All in a
Row
Time for
A
Snooze
Not a
Single
Moment
To
Lose
One
Very pointed
Beak
Can
Harvest nectar
Sweet
ma and pa Cardinal
an inseparable pair
till death they do part
The hawk
