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The Roc Pa Shot



Dropped the milk cow,
crushed two more,
and a silo plumb
full of grain,
couldn't see or hardly
breathe for hours.

It ain't all bad,
smokehouse is full,
icehouse too,
plenty meat for neighbors,
hat-shop worth of feathers,
claws over the mantel.

But we hadn't got the carcass
gone: huge breastbone
and ribs still house high,
when I saw another,
wheeling so far up
it looked no bigger than an eagle.

Was it searching for its mate?