Unarmed Hunter

Oh, what a bright morning
which cannot compete
with your vibrant feathers.
“Why, thanks.”
I love how the black,
brown-red blend.
“Such wonder. I know.”
Just look at that tail which
spreads like a Chinese paper fan.
“Nature’s an artist.”
Work of a goddess! And that long neck—
with your beak like a tenor sax
mouthpiece. Can you whistle?
“Oh, how I wish.”
I love the way you gobble.
Like a bass giggle
in my stomach. And just look at those legs.
“Aren’t they a bit thick?”
Just perfect—
with any side dish, and your wings—
“My—”
fragranced with cranberry sauce. Perfect with
biscuits, baked potatoes, collard greens,
“But I’m—”
walnuts and olives. You’re delicious.
“What?”
I mean … you’re prestigious.
“I should go.”

I never knew you could fly this high!

“Neither did I!”


Tia Paul-Louis

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