Sharp Shinned Hawk

At breakfast, Emily Brontë fed
bits of bacon and beef to
the merlin she rescued. The heart,

like the sharp-shinned hawk,
is trainable,

if a little
high strung.

Consider its range

of alarm calls

and chatter.

by Jane Satterfield

Poetry points to the other spaces.

Getting us unstuck for just a moment,

thereby loosing my tight grip

with which I try to limit

my infinite love!

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