the raptor sailing on October’s
dearer sun’s grace could tell us
about life in a cloud if we busy,
over-proud ants could unglue
our fingers and sever
our eyes from our toys
or if we could teach the raptor
modern enterprise principles
so we could all network together.
an ignorant hawk!
Or such a dancer needs the ignorance
tag, or at least teach the children
whose minds must inquire,
that no, that hawk up there sailing around
the clouds doesn’t dance for sheer pleasure
– the ignorant hawk
is working as we all must work
almost all the time. Hunting.
That’s all a raptor knows. Hunting
and working. Hunting is working. Eat
or be eaten, child; now no more
questions else thou shalt incur
punitive corner time