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Cooper's Hawk sitting on brown tree branch with blue sky and green leaves in background. The hawl is looking to the lower right, with one red-orange eye and lighter beighe and copper plumage on the neck and underbelly and darker, folded wings.

Call Me

Published by Tracy May Adair on April 21, 2024

Call Me is another poem from the point of view of a hawk…maybe not Hawk-on-the-House, specifically, but one of the hawks relatively common in North America.

Hawks have eyesight much, much better than humans. They can see small prey in great detail from high in the air, and they can see “colors” that we aren’t even aware of since they can see in the UV range. You can read more about hawks’ senses at this link.

Call Me

call me Harris, Cooper,
or call me Red
call me BOP-BOP
Bird of Prey - Bird of Prey
Remember dinosaurs?
I sing their DNA
Earth had to pass through them
to get to what’s me
you think me savage
I think you a poor hunter
I will not rescue you from you
keep up if you want to eat
beneath your skin I see
the future pulse, unfurling
human, you’re learning fire
that I was born knowing
Slow, slow, human, you'll do,
so call me, and I’ll hunt with you
Published inMy PoemsNatl Poetry Month 2024