I spread
My broad wings and tail
Glide over Tanger Mall
In Riverhead

At least I get lift
From warm air rising
Above black tar pavement

Nothing there to eat
I’ve been looking
Nothing but cars and buildings

Just a squirrel
That’s all I ask

Down there – no privacy
If I folded wings and bunched tail
Dove to make a strike
I could be killed

There was a time
I had plenty of space to hunt
Forests and open meadows galore
I soared, dove, and feasted

It’s getting tough these days
Got to keep moving west
It’s time to check out the
Edge of the expressway
Hang out on a light pole
Watch passing cars

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