A Poem by Michael Estabrook
Suddenly a hawk drops out of the sky onto
the baby rabbit nibbling grass in our backyard
its talons digging in as it tosses
the baby about like a proverbial ragdoll.
I run downstairs and out the back door yelling
scaring the startled hawk back up
into the trees leaving his limp prey behind.
I hold the little creature in my hands
so helpless, so soft and warm, but no blood
nothing broken that I can tell
and he’s breathing but barely.
I place him carefully beneath some vines
and weeds when suddenly
he bursts into the underbrush – gone in a flash!
Must’ve been in shock or playing dead
but now back where he belongs.
Hope he learned his lesson and stays out of sight
from the demon beast spying from the treetops.