The Hour Between Night and Day
You are here.
in the tree outside
my window.
in twilight silver leaves,
the silent red hawk
hungry, waiting
for the mouse, just now hidden
in the brush.
You are here
in the amber light
of sunset
in the tender hour
between day and night
patient, waiting
as the mouse lifts its grey head
unsuspecting.
You are here,
in moonlit shadow,
a memory
of talons and beak
fierce love and sorrow
hungry, waiting
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