Flying oilslick
on thrumming wings
collapses on my pine tree
and stares at me
daring me.
My protectors
bark their disapproval
and it languidly lifts off
trailing them behind.
Until they reach the fence,
then, tails
immensely satisfied,
lope back to me,
for their reward.
Black garbed intimidators
with steely eyes
do not impress
the wolf clan.
This is a comfort.
Shawn L. Bird 