there is
an unsettling
calm
an unseemly
threatening
nature in
the peaceful
morning as
i overlook a
gentle creek
while hawks
watch the
playful squirrels.

i want to
leave before the
first blurred
divebomb
the wind rustling
fresh green buds
a swirl of pollen
in yellow settling
over the cars
the squirrels
skitter timidly
chattering
as the shadows
circle from above.

the squirrel
seeks the acorns
the hawk
seeks the squirrel
the fool
watches both
seeking peace
yet wondering
whom it is
watching him
prepared to strike.