Abstract
This afternoon, as we sat to talk
My attention was split: on you and the hawk.
From the edge of your bed,
I watched
As sparrows and finches fed.
Later, I wondered –
After seeing the hawk
Crash down on the feeder
Twice, taking a sparrow each time –
I wondered if you are feeding the hawk.
I like to imagine it this way:
The bed, brought downstairs
For these final days,
Moved to this spot
Opposite the picture window,
The feeder placed just beyond,
And you, lying here,
Waiting
For the hawk to fall.