Second Place Frigate Bird
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Haleiwa’s name declares it
the hale of the ‘iwa, the house of the frigate bird.
Most days you can spy one of those big-winged, fork-tailed rascals
soaring over head
in flight no plane or kite could match,
cruising fast lanes of upper air,
soaring effortlessly for hours,
then, with a slight shrug of shoulder and tilt of tail,
accelerating a long, down-wind dive,
wings brandishing their swords
for a rapid descent
aimed at the head of a smaller bird,
startling it into spitting up its meal,
which the ‘iwa snatches mid-air.
Elegance of form is like that sometimes–
just a way to steal somebody’s lunch.