Sitting at the kitchen table this morning, <br />first cup of coffee at hand, I glanced <br />out the window just in time to spy <br />a shadowy bird swooping down, <br />larger than the usual crows that haunt <br />the neighborhood scavenging. <br /> <br />I thought it looked like a bird of prey, <br />so I stepped out into the driveway <br />and recognized the sturdy body <br />and banded tail of a peregrine falcon <br />perched atop a dying pigeon. <br /> <br />The street was quiet outside. <br />I was the sole witness of this morning's <br />slaughter on Oconto Avenue!<br /><br />Michael Pruchnicki<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/slaughter-on-oconto-avenue/
