I watch the hawks —
watching me watching them —
and wonder how many of them I don’t see.
They’re better watchers:
-stiller
-more patient
-less swayed by boredom.
They stand, cloaked, as if in judgement —
Chief Justice of this street,
roving eyes in search of
one false move.
They are literal swoopers.
I’ve been accused of “swooping in,”
but I’m — at best — a figurative swooper.
Watch, swoop, catch, repeat…


On Mon, Dec 14, 2020, 12:47 PM the !n(tro)verted yogi wrote:
> B Gourley posted: ” I watch the hawks — watching me watching them — and > wonder how many of them I don’t see. They’re better watchers: -stiller > -more patient -less swayed by boredom. They stand, cloaked, as if in > judgement — Chief Justice of this street, roving ” >
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