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.
