Yesterday
You were dangling from the sky
Until the string snapped
And you plunged beak first
Into your dinner.
Today
You were plucking dormant doves
From beneath the eaves
And answering a timeless question
Of survival.
Why cook when there's a take-away close by?
Janet Mary Zylstra
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hawk-on-the-roof/
