Tuesday, July 22, 2025

Close Encounter

I had a close encounter 

Just this morning, on my walk,

When a bird of prey came swooping down -

A falcon or a hawk.


Either way, it flew right at me;

I saw feathers and a face

And it could have quickly grabbed my hat

And left without a trace.


Instead, it made it to a branch

And sat and looked around,

While a single startled turkey 

Strutted, anxious, on the ground.


The hawk (or falcon - still not sure)

Did not stay very long.

It made it to another tree

And, though I could be wrong,


It likely found a tasty treat

And zoomed in for the kill.

I’m glad I didn’t see that part

(And hope I never will!)





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