THE BIRD, THE WATCHER

I shall try to make plain the blood lines of killing
To often this has been slurred over by those who defend hawks
Flesh-eating man is in no way superior
It's so easy to love the dead
The word predator is baggy with misuse

All birds eat living flesh
At some time in their lives

Consider the cold-eyed thrush,
That springy carnivore of lawns
Worm Stabber
Basher to death of snails

We should not sentimentalize his song
And forget the killing that sustains it

In my diary of a single winter
I have tried to preserve a unity
Binding together
The bird, the watcher
And the place that holds them both

Everything I describe
Took place while I was watching it

But I do not believe
That honest observation is enough

The emotions
And behaviors
Of the watcher
Are also facts

And they must be truthfully recorded



Credits
Writer(s): Ja Baker
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