Talons

A barred tail hawk landed on my existence

Digging deep with its talons

Balancing

Swaying in the south wind

Preening

Passing judgement on all it can see

Using my head as a launching pad

As it sails away

Uninterested in the detritus of my life

Not even leaving guano on my head

That would have been good luck

I will wait here

In supplication

Hoping for the guano that changes my life

As a bird feeder

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