by January 3rd and the Sharp Shinned Hawk has returned to the feeder
Dropping into the cedar bush waiting for an old, slow dove
But it’s the red squirrel who drives my husband crazy
Rick and his wife Judy have taken a winter
Residence in our walls. Their bedroom quarrels
Legendary in the ceiling above my husband’s office.
I know the nights have been rough when I lay abed
Long into the morning stirred from slumber at the loud mutterings
Of my beloved below
“Fuck you, Rick!”
Yes, from the man who marched under his
banner of long hair
Fighting for a hopeful harvest for the world
Fighting against ugly forces intrinsic in warring hearts
My peace man
The silhouette against all those night fires
Set to capitalism
Arms always raised in righteous revolutionary anger
Never in surrender
Now sits at his desk perusing
The hopelessness in today’s headlines
Wishing the Sharp Shinned Hawk
Took prey larger than the dove.
G.D.F. 1/3/22
Gwen's World 
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