LADY HAWK
her
eyes; the deep water
orange of topaz hold,
broad wings
cross
tender breast,
tail feathers cock surely
as she
leaps
bounces,
glides,
tongues her message
to cowering beasties,
alights on branch
of
naked persimmon,
hunches into noble pose
self appointed,
feather fur fluffs
on legs joined
to
black talons
set to
hold.
© Carlton Godbold 1987