A wild claim
A winged predator landed in the broiler pen this morning,
He claimed the energy that had been captured
by fescue grass and fat red clover,
corn and soybeans,
and one bright-green long-horned grasshopper
who’d been climbing the stem of a broad-leafed plantain,
when gobbled by a gangly young cockerel.
Great hooked beak and clutching talons
took that young bird’s energy,
turning squawking chicken into hawk.
It was all so quick and automatic.
A routine death,
it would have gone unnoticed
had it been a soft-furred cottontail
venturing too far from the nest.
But a wild claim in a domestic setting
complicates the simple truth
that all life lives for eventual death
and all flesh feeds another.
If not me,
the steel-eyed red-tailed hawk
I call my brother.
(Text and Photo: Bob Ernst)