Native Hawk
Soaring lightly
he set his sights
on an unnatural rustle
beneath oak leaves
near the creek’s bend
Circling round
he gradually descends
into a slow spiral
easily snatching
a couple of snacks
for he and his girl
april, two thousand twelve
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Lovely poem! It seems like animals have a better grasp of their priorities than people do sometimes.
yes, especially when free to do so. thanks so much for visiting here again.
You’re welcome, looking forward to more!
I Love this poem-
thank you very much, and thanks for visiting again 🙂