Sunday Dinner Plans

Red-tail cruises low;

his shadow crosses the chicken yard

like a black blessing.

Hens scurry for cover, clucking to tell him,

“No Sunday chicken dinner for you!”

Unconcerned, the hawk soars higher.

Rabbit will do.

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About grannysu

storyteller, writer, poet, gardener, countrywoman
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