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July 04, 2022

The Hawk

By Elaine Zentner

The Hawk

Against a turquoise sky
Sun behind a cloudy wisp,
The hawk circled above me.
I was breathless.

I held out my arm
As it swooped toward me,
Feathers glinting flecks
gold and amber on cream

It perched with gentle ease.
grasping my arm,
breaking my skin,
as piercing eyes locked on mine.
My heart raced at my folly.

With head bowed it invited a touch
so my fingers reached
And I felt its strength, but more
I felt its frailness.

The hawk and I
We aren't so different.






Article © Elaine Zentner. All rights reserved.
Published on 2020-05-25
Image(s) are public domain.
5 Reader Comments
Anonymous
05/26/2020
09:59:59 AM
Beautiful!
Janelle Reyes
05/26/2020
01:32:02 PM
What a beautiful poem. I felt like I was taken to this time and space.
Teresa
05/28/2020
02:27:13 AM
Beautiful words???? Thank you for sharing :)Teresa
Anonymous
05/28/2020
04:36:42 AM
Exquisite
Heather Frye
06/01/2020
02:29:26 PM
The hawk is my favorite bird. Thank you for writing this and for sharing. Well done. I love it!
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