Summer Sound Bites

The hawk, spiraling on thermals.

 Swoops in, black wings spread,

Warning screes piercing somnolence.

The rabbit, its own size,

Object of desire- squeals terror,

Song birds silenced, perch hostage in shadow.

The day, drenched in its heat,

The round light consuming slow hours,

Stopped for a small death.

The stillness disturbed long enough for

Time to turn against the light

Pausing Cicada’s thrum, and

Summer’s headlong extravagance.