life and living

nature

concrete poetry

   

 

 

VISITOR

Sparrows chitter loudly
and I turn to see
a small brown goshawk,
beak elegantly hooked,
perched in my nectarine tree.

Soft front feathers
barred cream and brown;
from his bare perch
he glances round, as if to profit
from this modest throne.

My winter garden
must seem to him
a bare, poor thing.

He looks at me with yellow eyes
while I stand still, watching.
Now, to small bird cries,
he soars off: leaves me
wondering why, today,
he comes to visit town
then goes silently, away.

Lynette M. Arden

 

 

   
life and living

nature

concrete poetry


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