Sun is sinking, the sky no longer blue.
Ragged Vs of geese come in honking, tired
Skidding into the lakes, bumping the water,
searching the grass for dinner.
They look like kitchen appliances,
plugged in by those long black necks.
Startling, suddenly, like a handful of pepper across the sky
come smaller birds in a scatter of speed
and behind them fast, sleek, hungry hawks.
(c) Quinn McDonald, 2007. All rights reserved. Quinn McDonald is a creativity coach, writer and artist. See her work at QuinnCreative.com