meditations on the killing of Lorca

between the rise and fall

the honk and wail

of distant sirens

high above the drone

of ritual leaf blowing

by bright vested park employees

I still discern

the call and response

of birds chanting

to the morning

while on the ground

looking up waiting

for one of them

to make a mistake

a feral gray tabby

plots a killing

for no other reason

than stalking, hunting

and killing

is what gray tabbies do

4-7-21