Last year I sat on a lawn

Me and someone since gone

A hawk swooped down ahead, and grabbed a baby rabbit

How could that be

Was the universe mocking me?

What does it mean now

That a hawk’s come around

In the form of a man

One not in my plan

The wings inked on his neck soar over me

While I’m clutched as a baby rabbit would be

How did I end up in his claws

Has the universe given this cause?

The Hawk bestows to me a warning

To watch my heart or return to mourning