Hawk

We once had a neighbourhood hawk.

Who’d coo, whistle, cackle and squawk.

He called out, once, “Wry!”

As my mother walked by.

“My gosh!” I exclaimed. “You can talk!”

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Image from Pixabay © ractapopulous 2018

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