In our yard
a bird of pray
landed so discreetly.

I watched him stretch
his praying wings
then fold them up so neatly.

Of all the birds I ever seen
I never seen one looked so mean
or one who asked me from his perch,

“It seems I’m lost. Which way’s the church?”

Click above on the feasting flyer to flip to a story of a suburban bird love triangle. (Photo: PaC)