Whether the passing hawk is talking
about the unquenchability of need,
or complaining its short wings unbecoming,
or announcing how this time the mouse
will stay put to hope it so, it must anticipate
early, almost before it launches, or the trees
will flash by before it arrives and its perfect
gold feet will clutch on nothing.
From: https://www.terrain.org/2006/poetry/three-poems-by-allan-peterson/
Date: 2006
By: Allan Peterson (19??- )