Cooper’s Hawk in the Patio Olive Tree Near the Bird Feeder– Image by kenne
The feeder is our promise to small lives.
The hawk is the answer we cannot control.
When he drops—swift, inevitable—
the air itself seems to close.
Afterward, the patio is ordinary again,
except for the silence that lingers.
— kenne
![[ ... the watchtower ]](https://i0.wp.com/live.staticflickr.com/65535/55625242586_30d9ea7de3_s.jpg?w=1000&ssl=1 "[ ... the watchtower ]")
Thank you, Kenne, for the beautiful poem inspired by the hawk. As I love my garden birds, this predator isn’t welcome!
Joanna
I get it, but I don’t get it. Can you imagine a world without predators. A variation of ‘I get it,’ ‘I understand, but I don’t understand.’
Fantastic photo and poem.
Yes, Kenne, I can, and it would be paradise on earth!
Joanna
Nice thought.
Thank you, Kenne, and I also thought the worst predators are of human kind!
Joanna