kestrel falcon hawk
one of the three
Handsome hed known handsome women so he figured if the
raptor were a female she wouldnt take offence to him telling her
shehe looked down on him from herhis perch on a swaying liquoriceblack electrical line adjusting to the lines movement
subtly not giving their balance whoa whoa whoawhoa whoa lipservice
whoas not so elegant for so elegant a creature
if he stood on the line beside herhim despite his sense of balance his keen athleticism a slick wavering a sudden wind at his back
would drop him like a stone
Dont look at me that wayyou got
wings
maybe it wasnt a look of
haughtiness maybe pity
shehe was gorgeous
he had glanced up from his book in
time to see the flurry arching through the sky across the intersection and enter
a live oak treetop ten metres off the road the intersection was noisy busy he
could never figure out how this sprawling rural township generated the kind of traffic
it didimpatient traffic quick at their horns quick with their violating
fingers though he had to acknowledge it
was a highway-signed gas exit off the 101 and the 101no matter where along its
length and breadth was a mad caustic artery of GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY funnier he thought that that mentality also reigned at its clotted urban junctures despite therm being
bumper-to-bumper
he managed to catch the flurry of
feathers enter the oaks spacey green and brown canopy
he considered it was a big
pigeonthere was a sizable kit of escaped carrier pigeons aloft and roosting in
the area
then suddenly it exploded out of the
treeleaves rustling and swooped up onto a bellied electric line hung between
decrepit woodpoles bearing crooked nailsrusting nails thin staplestatters
of paper posters as if they served as personal kiosks for every Tom Dick or
Harrys garage sale missing pets or lonelyhearts pleano shame
shehe landed directly above his
headswinging the line negotiating its momentary physics then fixing itself like
an immovable brick
looking up he turned and backpedaled
Dont shit on me
until he had a good angle to admire shehe
it tilted its beaklooked over its
breast wideeyed the thin lizard crepe around
them peeled back an ocular moment
and when one makes eyecontact with the beast
one feels the beast inside them slither uncomfortably were humans were supposed to be beyond slithering we reticulaterespond at a hot bloodred cellular
level we can smell sweat sulphur earth
iron taste gall and bile bitter blackcrystal vomit from the well deepdeep inside us reptilian coldbloodied liberating he wasnt going to break off this visual
interlewd
a spider crawling in his brain
tickled him as he wondered what shehe might be thinkingwhat ran through their
brain something dynamic did dumbluck goodfortune isnt spread to creatures
who have to kill to live
What are you thinking
The shit you creatures take for
granted the things you big strong bipedal freaks do and call life
shehe shruggedfeathers
curled I have to find something to eat shehe crouched . .
.
. No Leaving I could stand here all day
admiring you . .
. . and shat then launched themselves through
the live oak itd come from and wings widespread took the updraft the hill before
it forced on the air currents riding a
wide invisible wash he couldnt imagine or see
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