A hawk perches on the snow-covered roof.
Two smaller birds circle,
come in too close.

Sometimes I can’t pinpoint
my sadness. A friend
pulled her baby off life support today.
In the photos, wires
covering a small skull.
I know I’m guilty—
locating my gratitude
against someone else’s suffering.

The snow keeps falling,
thick and blanketing
Even still
the smaller birds mob the larger one,
an attempt to drive out competition,
to protect their place
as the blizzard rolls in.

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