He brought the bird, wounded
Into the yard.
Chickens, ducks scattered noisily.
The raptor stayed silent.
Keen eyes fixed.
Lloyd pegged a rope into the ground
Gave captive a seven foot radius.
Pacing, pacing
Often gazing upward.
Third day Lloyd saw her.
Female, life’s partner.
Could the male work his way free.
Otherwise the loving one
Would swiftly swoop and kill.
High skies or else.
Ducks were another’s business.
First Thessalonians chapter four.
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