Because we all want to write more poems.
Hawks
On cold winter days
The hawks sit atop lamp posts
Examining the freeway median
for movement
for lunch
for bacon to bring home
In the summer
They take advantage of updrafts and
circle endlessly, effortlessly
Making small adjustments in their wingtips
to tighten the circles
At a moment's notice
They can fold their wings and dive
and dinner is a done deal
But in Winter
They are all about conserving energy
There's seldom an updraft
and if they thought the mice would not detect their presence
They would stand among the tall grasses
and stay altogether out of the wind.
- Neil McKay's Shared Poems
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