The gnarled trees, mostly
cottonwood, rosebud,
& sycamore are lousy
with watchers: red-tailed,
red-shouldered, or
broad-winged raptors.
At the Miami County line
they start to turn dark-winged,
their light autumn bellies
shining in the midday glow.
These are not the same
frequent fliers of my daily drive:
these sentinels stay their posts
suggesting: we know you,
we've seen you before.
It's been too long.
great title, great poem...love the last stanza!
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