What a beautiful poem that makes.
Quoting "Ian A. Worley" <[log in to unmask]>:
> If a raptor can have a guilty look, it was in the eyes of the adult
> Goshawk that rounded the corner of the house (behind which are the
> feeders) and discovered me hauling some barn buckets in the day-long
> snowfall. Flew by me with some awkward flaps then sprinted low in
> the blowing snows through the orchard, across a pasture,
> disappearing into the snowy shadows of the woods beyond.
> This late afternoon.