Travis C. Mills believes chicken hawks get his chickens, Eagles kill his lambs, Osprey steal his trout. All of them. If only Mr. Mills would go eyeball to eyeball with a crippled hawk. Night is Black Saucer Eyes by Sandy Beck in a turning head seeing where you cannot. Night is a community of scurriers scratching at spilled seed and left-over suet.
Night is large ears that hear a mouse s heartbeat thirty feet away.
Night is soft, silent wings maneuvering through dogwood and magnolia, gliding across a moon-bright lawn. Night is sharp talons, a beak that tears, a feathery silhouette devouring his prey. Courtship fills the icy woods. Night drops beside her, swaying from side to side, up and down. He sidles along a branch, then towards her again, raising each wing feathers fluffed.