The Falconer: A Poem With Concrete Images

a certified falconer
runs hundreds of feet beneath his prized bird,
whose sharp beak
snipped off each of his fingers
before flying off,
and shouts the same phrase over and over –
“Explain why! Explain why!
Explain why! Explain why!…”

eight miles back
at the campsite
a colony of feral cats
sniffs and paws
at his fingers

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