Hanging (D5 #NaPoWriMo)


Between the cities
And the towns
Roads pierce the land between,
Cast by Urban sprawl.
At their edges
Hang the hawks.

The cars race by,
Forever late,
Even when not,
Adrenalin the goad
That drives the rage
That flings them forth.

The Hawk cares not,
Natures thread
And bang of blood
The Hunt that grips it still,
In air a blur
To passing cars.

And then it dives,
Plunge to grassy bank,
Swims through grass,
And sinks in beak and talon.

Cars continue by,
As prey’s brief beating spark

Roadkill by Wing,
As if the traffic cared,
The metal caged
Are severed from
The things they cannot
Or will not see.

Earth wind and fae
What hovers at the edge
Of each rushed day
And waits to swoop
When least expected.

© Greg Richards
Day 5 NaPoWriMo Theme the Natural World, with a Twist …

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