Feast by Chris Hardy

A sparrow hawk
has pinned a starling
on its back, wings spread
on my soft lawn.

The starling is alive
and strains its head
to watch the hawk
tear out feathers,

skin, heart and lungs
on a string.
I do not interfere.
We are superior to a hawk.

When we do the same
we know what we are doing.

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