That sudden ruckus could not be missed –

croaks, caws, and beating wings –

a shattered  peace.

The day had started serene enough –

a quiet drive,

through tree-lined hills –

and then – this angry cacophony

of pursuing crows and fleeing hawk

  whose crime remains unknown.

I wonder.

Could this be a synchronistic reminder

to avoid squawk radio or…

how we, as a community, might chase off hawks?

                                                                                                                                           JDG