There is a large hawk waiting
I saw it while I put vegetable waste on the compost heap.
It was quiet and composed. It wasn't lean. It had time.
As I went out again to fill the birdfeeders, I heard the chickadees and jays gossiping, gossiping.
At first I didn't see the hawk. Then as I glanced at the pool in the rock garden, it looked up at me, water dripping from its curved beak.