poetry by j matthew waters

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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5 thoughts on “Native Hawk

  1. Lovely poem! It seems like animals have a better grasp of their priorities than people do sometimes.

  2. I Love this poem-

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