What is the attraction of meadow flowers
to a passing hawk,
except to see them sway
and hear them rustle when there is no breeze
to make them dance?
Only then will the hawk pay those flowers
any heed, turning back
to touch them lightly as it collects the prey
that has had the misfortune of savoring
such beauty at a most inopportune moment.
This is my response to New photo prompt “Wings” and last week’s “Beginnings” round-up – #writephoto, from Sue Vincent at Daily Echo, with her photo.