Hawks in the hood
Squirrels have gone missing
No more scampering through trees
No more chasing tails kissing
No more tormenting my pup
From that branch out my window
They’ve fled for their lives
Or lie prone paws akimbo
While the hawks pick away
At their plump little corpses
Grown fat from the peanuts
On my neighbors’ porches
Did they know whose tummies
They’d really be filling?
Spring’s almost here
Let’s get on with the killing
Hawks in the hood
Squirrels have gone quiet
It’s all good
They needed a diet
The squirrels, I mean
The hawks are still restless
Preying on high
In their methodical harvest
While the few squirrel survivors
Hide out shivering and beaten
When it comes to March hawks
Better hungry
Than eaten