Marsh Hawk, or Northern Harrier

Owl-faced hawk, harrier of long grass and low pastures
why do we never see you perched? Do you live
on the wing, sleep on the wing, like albatrosses
catching an updraft on the face of each wave
in this sea of grass? Ice-grey fellows and earth-brown ladies
alike, perfect V-shaped silhouettes tip-tilting against amber skies
while the farmer watches and says Kill me some mice
Kill me some mice and you oblige
merely out of the furious perfection of your hunger.

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