Branch

I am getting ready for day two of Domestic Violence Training.  I contemplate the creatures who share one particular branch of the ash tree in back.

This morning

The squirrel sits

On the hawk*s favorite branch.

I wonder if he knows.

I wish I were small enough,

Agile enough

To sit on that particular branch,

Fluff my tail,

Like the squirrel,

Eat breakfast,

Like the hawk,

Fifteen feet in the air

Balanced

On a branch.