G

The gabar goshawk
quickly plunged down
feathers shivering
swift down the safe and narrow path
through the acacia’s hazards
and these, same, muffling the sound and its flight
from the baked earth away from the river
silence
and the scorpion is silent
but
the shadow isn’t enough
for it.
It’s tiny brain
registers little other than
Gosh! Hawk!
before crushed
and gobbled down.

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3 Responses to G

  1. Dan says:

    Wow! That’s a real bird… not something out of Dr. Seuss!

  2. Pingback: Silly Poems with Terry | Golbing

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