The young red-tailed hawk
perched upon the shocked sheaves
in the morning mist preying for breakfast.
Bruce Stambaugh
July 30, 2010
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Roadkill Crossing 
what a lovely use of alliteration and double meaning!
preying indeed…
EB
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Thank you so much for your comments. I’m glad you enjoyed the double meaning.
Bruce
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Love the image you create with your words…my red-tailed hawk sits in my pine tree waiting for prey to come by my small pond…s/he very clever…thanks for the lovely poem.
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Thanks, again, for your nice words. Glad you liked the poem.
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