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The Hawk

November 5, 2013
Two hawks are arguing over a kill

Two hawks are arguing over a kill (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

He Soars,
High in the Sky,
he Wings his Way,
in Wild Flight,
a Black Speck,
Spiraling,
Up to the Sun,
he Stoops in a Dive,
Talons Tensed,
his Wings Snap Open,
Braking his Speed,
he Strikes his Prey,
and Lifts up,
Beating the Air,
he Carries,
the limp Rabbit,
away to his Aerie,
he Eats his Fill,
and carefully Preens,
his Feathered Breast,
Head held High and Proud,
with Eyes Fierce and Wild,
Claws Sharp and Strong,
a Beak Hooked and Wicked,
he Shrills his Cry,
as he Takes again,
to the Sky,
Flying Free.

Emily

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