Thursday, October 26, 2023

The Falcon on an Aspen

Not an object, surely, not concerned
With whatever to itself it means—
Bird on a lookout, watching for prey,

Something to kill, live another day.
That’s too much. The falcon feels hunger,
Excitement if it spots living prey,

Pleasure if it strikes and gets its meal,
Satisfaction afterward. And soon,
Hunger again. There is no next day.

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