Cute - Aug. 2, 2022
- Gary Hunter
- Aug 2, 2022
- 1 min read
I’m sure a hawk doesn’t see a mourning dove the way many do its cute head-bobbing strut the delicate beak dip lifted to drink water that falsetto vibrato trilled from a chest carried by swift wings the hawk waits till cute
looks the other way drinks too long
or flies straight and lazy grabs breaks and defeathers cute rips flesh and swallows cute leaving some with shredded emotions for a small bird no longer cute sitting in the stomach of something not so cute so we wait a day or two
before we say “oh, what a darling song
that cactus wren has” as a shadow glides overhead a different opinion
the blot in a clear blue sky
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