Aiming This Poem Straight At Your Skull

I've been seeing so many hawks lately and every time I catch a glimpse of one I think of one of my favorite poems by David Wagoner, To a Farmer Who Hung Five Hawks on His Barbed Wire. I also think of it when WD tries to convince me that an unusually high amount of birds are using his truck as a means to commit suicide. But that's another story.


To a Farmer Who Hung Five Hawks on His Barbed Wire by David Wagoner