the hawk took up more space
than its feathered frame implied
brooding on the light pole pinnacle
watching cars
smart enough to know
that some rabbit would eventually
be spooked by the growl of tires
and make a break for the cover
of the sparse, low brush
lining the onramp
for a moment i’m that hawk
hooded eyes
cool detachment from everything
not at eye level
but all too soon
i am again that rabbit
hoping for sharp shadows
tall grasses
slow traffic
or the mercy of the tire
Words and Feathers 
good one (K)
Thank you!
the hawk took up more space
than its feathered frame implied
brooding on the light pole pinnacle
I’m going to keep these lines in mind…so often we see hawks on various roadside perches but I had not thought of it in this way. Well, it takes a poet. Thank you.
Thanks! We have quite a few here and I always find myself watching them.
Suicidal rabbits are just sad, man.
Maybe they’re suicidal because they’re sad?
Love this one, and not just became it is a bird poem (TM). and can relate to indecisive bunnies, hopping, or hoping
I’m so glad. Yes, I can relate to both, but more rabbit than hawk.