I looked out on our back lawn and
all I could see was a circle of feathers
newly plucked from an unwilling victim
of a hawk or kestrel who was hungry.
I didn't see the sudden attack and death
of a small bird sitting on our lawn peacefully,
but the evidence was there as the larger bird
picked at the small carcass now de-feathered.
Eating with gusto and warily looking for
anyone wanting to disturb his dinner,
filled he finally flew away to a nearby wall
with the remains of his fresh meat capture.