Tanka 259, 261

From Writing Notebook 2021, published in 2022.

Masquerade as flies –
camouflage as wall. We crawl
heads-up sticky-feet
We hear secrets and we hear
arguments. We know you well.

the white hawk takes up
our back yard into his route
the months-old rabbit
ventures out from the bushes
I so hope that he will live.

4 thoughts on “Tanka 259, 261

  1. The second poem could very well be depicting a regular scene in my back yard. We have a resident red tailed hawk in one of our trees and I have regularly seen him swoop down to take chipmunks, squirrels, and sometimes rabbits.

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