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4th April 2011
By Robert Selby | 2011 April 04
A sparrowhawk has pinned
a starling beneath the shidare.
It was the very wind,
now just stands there
as though unsure what to do
with prey bereft of air.
If there was any justice,
the magpies in the reaches
rattling like ignorants
would be in its clutches.
Shidare blossom falls,
diagonally. The orange eye
of the hawk appalls
as it watches, through
the pink blizzard, me
watching from the kitchen,
a witness considered.
Is the starling still alive;
should the hawk be shooed?
'Don't do that, it's nature,'
you say, as if that somehow
explains everything.