Alive and happy.

The brim of my hat 
pulled low, 
hands

in my pockets,
walking into a setting

sun. They came 
streaking out 
of the west. 

I watched 
her chase 
and pin 
a robin 
to a chain link 

fence. I could’ve 
intervened, but 

this agile hunter 
had a family 
to feed. 
Tiny 

fugitive—
an expert 

at the art of ambush. 
Weighing no more 

than a blue 
jay. Sleek, buoyant 
and faster than 

any angel.