cotton candy skies at dusk

the little patio is just large

enough for two chairs and a table

slung under a brazillian pepper tree

facing west. sky in current  painting mode patiently

lends itself to artistic background for a hawk

landing on the light post, a parrot 

held in one claw nailed to the concrete top

by a talon that digs into the small green bird's

 Throat so that it cannot screech.
A scimitar's curve silhouettes on pinkening clouds
rips into the smaller bird's breast.
 It jerks,silently. the sky which has been gun colored

All day behind high cirrus slowly deepens

into the   blue of  an innocent sea 

on the shores of  the gulf of mexico circa 1915 

beside a row of  pink cottages or maybe
one of dali's mid period catalanian pieces
with his wife's buttocks on display before a wild sea

and in both the deepening quickens
imperceptibly until it pierces the remains of religion
and beauty on the edges of  suburbia

in the twenty first century. the hawk, sated for the moment

lifts her head, looks west as the sun dips a brush
Into blood red and dapples the line of clouds with it.