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Writer's pictureSydney Elizabeth Chandler

Caged

Updated: Dec 9, 2020

The man sits

and watches

the red–tailed hawk take flight.

The branch from which

she had been perched

aches at her leaving.

The man leans back

in his grey rocking chair

on the porch wrapped tightly

with a grey picketed fence.

The paint peeled away

long ago.

The man watches as

the bird soars

free over a huddle

of birches rooted at the neck

of the lake.

If the man were to stand by

the lake, he would see the hawk’s

great wingspan cut gold brown

through the clear water’s

surface.

The rocking chair creaks

as the man slowly stands.

He cocks his rifle.

The gun cracks

the sky.

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