By Ron Pickett

A lone hawk circles,
Searching the neighbourhood.
Searching for a gopher, a rat, a vole, a fledgling bird!
Sometimes it is joined by a smaller hawk.
Likely Red-tailed, possibly Cooper’s,
They soar and dip and turn – hunting, watching.
They are not alone.
First one, then four more crows join them.
Circling, seeking support from their fellows,
Looking for weakness, inattention.
They turn, climb, glide, dodge.
The crows are a team, they take turns.
Attacking the hawk from the rear.
A dog fight by birds.
The fight continues, turning, climbing, ducking, pecking.
One crow leaves, followed by another.
The three crows continue their attacks,
They disappear behind the Gum trees.
I’ll see them again tomorrow.
Ron Pickett is a retired naval aviator with over 250 combat missions and 500 carrier landings. His 90-plus articles have appeared in numerous publications. He enjoys writing fiction and has published five books: Perfect Crimes – I Got Away with It, Discovering Roots, Getting Published, EMPATHS, and Sixty Odd Short Stories.
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