her nest or roost in the tall pine a couple of places up from his
raw bits and pieces of her prey found by ants scattered in his yard
she has poor table manners
hed excuse her
he excused dinner guests who should possess better manners than her but dont
talons arent as nimble as phalanges ought to be
after they departed he stripped stain-treated his linen
tablecloth sweep crumbs from the floor and found odd glasses and coffee cups on shelves or behind planters
hes a sucker for natural inclinations and could abide sheer
laziness
he thrilled at her cry the bustle of her feathers passing overhead
her violent black shadow like broken glass erasing ghosts of tall seeded
grass
white clouds drifting alone
her plummet and scorn fires his blood pumps his heart makes his soul race outside him like a child at play pointing Did you see that?! Did you see that!? and falling down laughing in delight in this yard of hysteria as only a child can