Transition
I walk out to my driveway
on a routine chore,
find to my amazement
a glorious, noble raptor.
I decide it has just died.
It is perfect.
I am stunned by its dark head,
striped gray and black feathers,
white breast, and yellow legs.
Even in death it looks
powerful, intelligent, alert.
As a city girl, it's hard to
organize a funeral for such
a magnificent creature, alone.
I gently place it in a wooded area
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Oct 13th 2020