Nothing More Poem by Paul C. Maybury Jr.

I looked outside and there I saw
a Cooper's hawk and that was all.
With speckled breast and yellow claw
It gripped my fallen garden wall.

No other bird was to be seen.
A Cooper's hawk and nothing more.
With eye a thousand times more keen
than mine, though I have four.

A sudden turn of its fierce head
with beating wings through space it tore.
Incautious dove in instant dead,
A drift of feathers, nothing more.