Into The Pellucid Sky

A hoarse, croaking call
and the large black bird
settled upon the
dark, jagged mast
of a lightning-shattered
pine to wait,
hunched into itself
broodingly patient.
A movement below
and a sudden descent
securing the object
of its desire,
then swooping high
into the pellucid sky
settling upon a crook
in a thick old branch
to plunge the beak-held object
repeatedly toward the bark
enabling the extraction
of the nutmeat within.