Call Me

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