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Wednesday, March 25, 2020

DMC: "red-tailed hawk" by Robyn Hood Black




red-tailed hawk
to the gray squirrel
tag – you're it

 © 2020 Robyn Hood Black. All rights reserved.


TLD reader Tabatha Yeatts has challenged us to write a poem about a game (any kind). Click HERE for more details and to add your poem to the padlet. While some poems will be shared as daily ditties this month, all contributions will be included in a wrap-up celebration this Friday, March 27th.




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14 comments:

  1. Michelle Heidenrich BarnesMarch 25, 2020 at 8:16 AM

    Love this, Robyn! Who needs the summer Olympics when there are hawks and squirrels right outside our windows, right? I wonder how much they notice the change in our human routines.

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    1. Robyn Hood BlackMarch 26, 2020 at 10:31 PM

      Thanks for hosting THESE games, Michelle! And, they notice - yep. They definitely notice! ;0)

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  2. Liz SteinglassMarch 25, 2020 at 9:16 AM

    Ha! That could have ended a lot more gruesomely!

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    1. Robyn Hood BlackMarch 26, 2020 at 10:33 PM

      Well, Elizabeth, You are giving me more credit for being delicate and merciful than I deserve... I kind of pictured it as a game for the hawk, but not for the squirrel. (This poem came out of a conversation my 92-year-old neighbor and I had this week about the resident hawk.) ;0)

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  3. Linda BMarch 25, 2020 at 10:16 AM

    Oh my, wonder who ended up winning this game? I haven't seen a hawk lately, but the squirrels never move slowly either. Now I won't see them without wondering what game they're playing!

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    1. Robyn Hood BlackMarch 26, 2020 at 10:34 PM

      Thanks for weighing in, Linda. I was feeling a sinister streak when I wrote this one...:0!

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  4. UnknownMarch 25, 2020 at 11:44 AM

    lov the pitcher this pants so much sade in so few words I could see this in a book

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  5. Jessica BigiMarch 25, 2020 at 11:46 AM

    the un none is me

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    1. Robyn Hood BlackMarch 26, 2020 at 10:36 PM

      Thanks, Jessica! It's a bit haiku-ish that way, but with a snarky twist.

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  6. Buffy SilvermanMarch 25, 2020 at 11:59 AM

    Love this one.
    And it brought me back to a meal at home, probably 20 or so years ago. A cooper's hawk flew into our yard and grabbed a squirrel while we sat at the table--husband, elder kid, and I watching in fascination; younger kid watching in horror.

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    1. Robyn Hood BlackMarch 26, 2020 at 10:38 PM

      Oh, what an experience, Buffy! Nature can certainly seem pretty horrific to us, can't it? I probably would have felt like your youngest, but then my head would remind me that a hawk's gotta make a living... (Glad I have the choice to be a vegetarian - ha!)

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  7. TabathaMarch 26, 2020 at 7:18 AM

    Ooo! Wonderful imagery. I was once watched by a hawk (as it was eating a squirrel outside my window) and I would have 100% let it win any game we played.

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    1. Robyn Hood BlackMarch 26, 2020 at 10:40 PM

      You are TOO funny, Tabatha. (Poor squirrel, but - well, my comment to Buffy's comment above.) Those piercing eyes are something, for sure.

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  8. Robyn Hood BlackMarch 26, 2020 at 10:29 PM

    Thanks, all - nice surprise to click over here and read these comments! And, Elizabeth, um... in my mind, well, it DID 'end' for the squirrel. (For some reason, Michelle's challenges bring out the dark and snark in me - HA!)

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