A shrill cry
made me
look to the sky,
where a hawk
was attacking
a starling

A dull thud
made me look
to the ground,
where the injured
starling had fallen

A shrill cry
was heard
to come from
the bird whenever
it tried to return
to the sky

Without pre-
conceived notions
I watched every
motion and waited
to be shown
the "why"

For three days
I watched as
the fallen fowl
struggled through
it's trauma

A dull thud
announced
that the cat
had pounced
and brought an
end to the drama

An easy meal
prepared for a
starving soul.
The table and stage
were set by Grace.
I sat on the porch,
sipping soup from
my bowl, with a smile
upon my face.

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