In the after-breakfast morning sprinkles
five hefty hawks perch on the high wires
behind my house under the dark clouds
the sound of vehicles on the nearby highway
a quiet rabbit under the trees to my right
a loud angry bird in the tree above
squawks at the spouse to get rid of the hawks
sitting spaced apart like ominous sentinels
soundlessly staring preening calm
and three smaller birds flap over to perch near one hawk
trying to strike up the courage to chase it away
but the hawk is a whole lot bigger
and there are five
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