Standing at the sink, rinsing dishes to load the washer,
I notice a red tail hawk’s passionate scrutiny. I feel
she is saying trust your instincts when she calls out,
but it sounds more like horror film screams just before
axes lop heads. Good message, but I feel like I am pressed
up against the Standard of Perfection. The American Poultry
Association would find me disappointing. I have not attained
my purpose and my wow factor is missing. No fluff. And my
throat-waddle is too large. My feet want to grow wings. My
ears want to hear fissures crack before they grow large.
I swear the hawk dared me. Just be bold dear one. Just be bold.
Sarah Rachael Johnnes was raised near New York City and currently resides in Eugene, Oregon. As an emerging poet, Sarah applies her photographic eye bringing visual sensibilities to her poetry. She is focused on capturing what is not typically seen, finding connection, beauty, and humor in common everyday moments — or moments that reflect decay or, pain and taboo subjects. Her work has appeared online Cathexis Northwest and Fauxmoir Literary Journal issue 11, Poetry Superhighway, RavensPerch and Red Ogre Review. A poem will be in the summer issue of Black Fox Literary Journal. Sarah is working on a collection of poems.
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