My mother hung out seeds br for the endangered sparrow... br and whatever eats its chickballs. br Pluckings, in a semi-circle. br Twenty minutes br the musket hawk gripped her br in her kitchen hide, dainty br as Apicius with a dormouse, br unabashed at intestines. br She feasted on his minutiae, br his tail's broad banner-stripes, br five pale spots br on the grey of his uniform, br his hot blush of vermillion. br She waited for her sparrowhawk br to return, but he never did. br Mine was near Llangollen br in the sunset, by that long br diagonal of foothill-rear br blazing with sienna... her br tail fuller, round at the base. br Pigeon's heart, her delectable... br the tall schoolgirl who pounced br on a delicate older boy, br her epicure.