City Hawk

From the top of Penn Center

he chose his first victim

Twenty stories up

as the train rolls below


A solitary pigeon

breaks free of the pack

Its eyes focused downward

for scraps that might show


His wings ever silent

with talons extended

At over a hundred

he drops from the sky


The prey in his clutches

a nest on the spire

where eyas sit waiting

—their mouths open wide


(16th & JFK Boulevard-Philadelphia: May, 2022) 


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