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Squirrels hop from ground to trees and underbrush foraging for cracked corn and sunflower seed thrown off by greedy birds on hanging bird feeders. Woodpeckers confiscate hunks of greasy suet from a metal trap to carry off to their nests and poke into the noisy hungry mouths of their fledglings.
A large winged dark shadow drifts cross the ground, scattering birds, pinning squirrels frozen onto trees awaiting fate of life or death. A hawk, talons first, assaults the bird feeder, downs its victim, and cloaks it with wings but for a moment before the feather filled claws lift airborne— food for a brood.
Tommy watches the performance of life unfold from his bedroom window, his paralyzed hand, a forever clenched
Tommy thinks about the raid, the prey crushed by talons, a victim of something larger than itself, and never knowing the next moment of life, the same way he felt when that large dark shadow, a dump truck, drifted over the center line. Yet Tommy senses the next moment, next second, next minute and day; he sees it in his hands and chair, a chair with wheels that propels him yet hinders his right to walk.