The Nighthawk

This evening, running the dogs at dusk...a burst of brown...ground level...tight turns, rapier tipped wings...white striped wing bars, of some strange heavenly country...common nighthawk...dogs exploded, in a gruff...the chase was on...division in the ranks...which way to go...damn bird was everywhere...dogs panting...gave up, in a drool...eyes slightly wild, and happy..."Come on boy...come on girl. Let's go in and get a goody...old bird, beat you fair."


Written By Bruce James Clyde 2016,  Deming, New Mexico

Photo Credit: Jerry Oldenettel, Common Nighthawk