Driving to work, I spotted
the red-tailed hawk perched on the stop sign
at the corner of Courtland & Adams.
Surveying the suburban yards
for his next meal, he looked in my direction,
then turned away, disinterested.
I lowered my eyes to check the time
and when I looked up again he was gone,
leaving me alone in the warm comfort of my car,
delighted by what I’d seen,
desperate for his return.
—Steve Cushman
