Was I?

I think I was in a Western. While at my desk today, I heard two hawk siren calls. It didn’t register right away.

When my brain finally came to question the sound, I walked out the back door and looked up. Sure enough, there was a hawk circling. As if in a Western, I walked through the saloon doors and followed the hawk as it soared to the highest point in the town (my neighborhood), to the cross at the top of the steeple. That’s when I realized I should have had a steady hand, ready to draw. Too late.