020415

While writing yesterday, out the window I watched a hawk soaring. But not for long.
Decided to call this '020415' 'cause at New England Audubon centers they don't believe in giving wild birds pet names.  

020415
That kettling Hawk circles like a marionette
  Strung from the grayclouds flyspace

A dip, a wing, a curl, and a stoop
  Open toes first fore his feather rudder legs

He dives behind the neighbors house,
  Have you seen the woodchuck?

I don’t even see the Hawk.