when the merlins swooped
into the neighborhood
like flying bandits
boomerrang shaped raptors
zipping through the hemlock
under stripes black against the azure sky
even the largest of the songbirds
the ruling raven couple sat stoic
on a spruce top
their dark stare contempt
as the invading immigrants
laid claim to their old home
just a couple trees over
from the new nest
there would be no friendly welcome
no apple pies or fresh cookies
just cold stillness
the chatter of the two falcons
an unwelcome car alarm
in a place where they
had never locked the doors
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