Circling over Me

Above the highway, just to the right
of my line on the road
four raptors, circling over me
I wonder if any of them,
or their kin, have ever thought
one of us, driving along
was lunch, worthy of that dive
to try to catch us
in their talons and fly off
What would their friends say
for such a story
of the one that got away

September 19, 2007 21:39

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