Survival

Squawk the red trumpet;

Little winged ones take your flight—

Cooper’s hawk flushed out!

Skat@2021

Hawks and Doves II

Carnage on my deck;
Feathers flew in my absence,
Leaving me dove-less.
I searched for strategies, now
Reflectors hang from my trees.

skat@2020

Notorious

Gawking at window:
hawk-wings soar high, seeking the
preoccupied–prey.

skat@2018

A Death in the Family

A few feathers, still
atop my fence-post; I chase
off a sparrow hawk.

skat@2017