I want to soar like the hawk
surveying my surroundings
wings open
tilted toward the wind
finding my course
in the current conditions
effortlessly
A hawk has been hunting high above my writing window for several months. Well camouflaged against winter trees, I rarely see him unless he’s in flight. Thus I have been unable to photograph him. But I love to watch him fly. I feel that I know this big guy better than I know my backyard neighbors. He certainly has been an inspiration for me lately.
Such graceful creatures. Beautifully written, LuAnne.
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Thanks, Inky.
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You’re welcome LuAnne
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Another “WOW”!
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This is another fantastic one Luanne! Did you take that photo?? WOW!!! And, I love what you made of observing the bird. BTW, I can’t seem to just leave comments on your website any more. I used to be able to do it easily. Now, each time I seem to have to fill our the email, name, website etc. Do you know why that would be? P
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No, I don’t know what’s up with that. Thanks for telling me though. I’ll look into it.
Anyone else out there in WP land having this trouble?
No, I did not take this photo – I wish. I rarely see him and almost always in flight because he’s grey like the sky. I love watching him, though.
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They evoke such awe, don’t they? Lovely poem.
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Yes, they do. Just gliding by…
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