He looked like an airplane coming toward me.
When he perched
up in that tree
the whole branch shook, he was
that heavy.
All I could really see was his head.
It occurred to me that he was basically invisible
up there, so I could have walked by
a hundred times
if I hadn’t seen him fly.
After a few minutes,
I watched
as he disconnected from the branch,
swooped down
over my head, his chest like a white diamond,
and flew a hundred yards or so
over the grass, passed one squirrel,
then went for another one.
The talons came out like two hands, the squirrel
turned and shot up a tree.
He missed.
I looked around. Did anyone else see that?
I thought.
No one seemed to
have seen it.
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