Inversion
Almost the exact opposite
of those birds you hear
singing in nearby hedges,
but can’t see:
this hawk,
perched on a low-hanging branch
unobscured by leaves,
its talons sunk in grey fur.
When the hooked beak drops –
hydraulic digger breaking ground,
typhoon gutting a beach house –
the squirrel
resurrects,
tap dancing, electrified,
but the picture is muted,
scene without soundtrack.
