Sep 26, 2015 10:10
(In the field where I walk my dog, several large birds of prey live and hunt. At least two of these are red-tailed hawks. Today, one of them landed on a fence close enough that I could see the red plumage of its tail.
I have Animorphs to thank that the red-tailed hawk is, to me, now and perhaps always the most wonderful of birds.)
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High above:
Red-tailed hawk floats on thermals,
gazing down.
Teer,
it cries
as it dives
to the ground. To the shrew. That it kills
to survive.
Down below:
Human walks, feet on the ground,
gazing up.
Tear.
She cries
as it dives
at the ground. At its beauty. At its will
to survive.
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