Birds on the Wire
Birds on the wire
mingled, gray beaks
to gray tails, toes
clinging tightly
against winter wind,
sit serene in the silence.
Like a silent sentinel
sitting silhouette
on a leaning fence post,
a red-tail hawk ruffled
in biting wind,
eyed movements
of field mice inching
across soy bean stubble
as they gleaned chaff for morsels
of wasted grain. The eyes,
sliced toward slight creature
habits under grey overcast
skies of blustery January,
and darted in moments
of survival instinct.
A scream divided the air
between sky and earth
sparking denizen to scurry,
but not quick enough,
as wings thrashed into cold
and talons unsheathed
leaving red on stalk
and spire and weed refuse
where scuffs of fur unfurls
in fine bits when murderous eyes
drove a razor beak deep.
And birds on the wire ruffle
feathers as winds rail silent
again, under grey skies.
Dennis
01/09/12