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SPARROWHAWK


Coward!
You leave nothing
but blood and feathers.

You strike
when the sun is hot,
and the wind is in your favour.

The conclusion
of death
you always savour.

The young Magpie
cries in vain
as his Mother and Father look on-

as you bring terror to the tarmac
on car park
top level One.

But at dusk, you hesitate-
scared of the dark.
The Eagle owl

waits in the wings:
putting wrongs to right
and settling things.

Dare you strike at dusk
when Cock Robin
rises from his grave?

Dare you risk
the midnight meadow,
the King versus the Knave?

Stay awhile
amidst the blood
and broken bones...

stay as the moon
lightens
the dark November weather.

We will wait
by the five bar gate...
with a single white feather...


Jarvo 2012/2023