What sort of hawks are these,
brown and white, on fence posts
in central Wisconsin in January?
There is so much I don’t know.
Do you think they eat mice, or small birds?
Why don’t they overwinter in Illinois?
Or follow the Mississippi south
past Memphis, Vicksburg, the Delta,
to some bayou rich with crayfish?
What do you think they’d make of you,
North-Hawk, those birds of the South,
would they call you Cousin, Mon Ami?
Now 37 straight winters I have endured
since the one I passed in Mexico and
I don’t know if I could stand even one more.