Sneaking A Peek
John I. Blair
Iím sneaking a peek at you there
On the railing that borders my deck,
Twisting your neck, looking for lunch,
Black-hooked beak, golden eyes,
Fierce as a raptor can get
Who weighs only two pounds at most.
By summer I think youíll become
A full-sized hawk, Cooperís,
Competent capturing crows;
But right now even a rat
Could give you a fight;
So youíre waiting for sparrows.
Iím going to be neutral in this,
OK with setting the bait
But hoping youíll find some place else
To practice your trade, some place
Where I wonít know the names
Of the dinner guests.
©2013 John I. Blair
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