NPM #6 (festival season)

A day for intercity travel & raptors. Clear.
No rain after records. The weather-
persons warned, “Nothing more
may be absorbed.”

I observe spring evicting burrowers
accounting for the birds-of-prey
wobbling on drafts
like buffet-goers.

Awed, I rubber-neck and
swerve, shout, “BIRD”
and tenderize dessert.