Hawk

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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