I keep seeing that red-tailed hawk.
Yesterday morning, he was sitting in the neighbor’s tree when Henry came trotting up the sidewalk.
The hawk watched Henry.
I watched Henry, and I watched the hawk, too.
“Hurry up,” I said to Henry.
The hawk opened his wings, closed them.
Once, when I was down by the river, I watched a hawk swoop down and pick up a rabbit.
Henry is, basically, rabbit-sized.
“Come on,” I shouted to Henry.
Henry walked in the door. I closed it and looked out the window.
The ha...
Published on April 29, 2014 05:12