Poetry from The Literary Review




Excuse Me?

STUART FRIEBERT

My new neighbor, nice lady I've been told,
wife of a retired dentist who's in a nursing
home alas, leans over the back fence, Mind
if I feed that red-tailed hawk in your woods
occasionally?—Excuse me?—Well, I like
to scatter seed out in the open for mourning
doves so the hawks can have a clear shot at
them. Find them so delicious, as you might.
The hawks will leave their cover to snatch
one, and I'll get to see how they go about it,
mister. Watch with me? It stops the heart.