I knew a hawk named OstentatiousWho was ridiculously flirtatiousFormel or tiercel didn’t matterTho’ he much preferred the latterAs his appetite for size- was just voracious. He considered courting to be nonsenseAll useless folderol and pretenseJust a quick roll in the skiesTalons nestled in plump thighsPreferably those of a lover, adept- at playing defense. His foul … Continue reading Ostentatious