Tuesday, December 7, 2021



At Dusk, In Decemeber

Driving a gravel road in the country

I saw a hawk fly up out of a ditch

with a mouse in its beak, and it flew

along beside my car for a minute,

the mouse still alive, its little legs

running as fast as they could, and there

we were, the three of us, all going

in the same direction, west, at just

a little under forty miles per hour.


Ted Kooser

Red Stilts

Copper Canyon Press