I am a hawk, circling for inspirationsoaked with ideas that rain from the sunand niggled by pebbles invading my shoe. I go outside before dawn with Jack,a Siberian fur ball, listen to the sparrows,watch peach rays paint the undersideof clouds. Jack instead watches thesubtle shift of dry leaves in the garden,an east wind breezes by. … More Hawking
What if wild geese flew in a W instead of in a V two leaders, two wind flows, two clans What if hawks turned out to be vegan as chipmunks danced without any fear in wildflower field buffets What if my life moved in directions not familiar to my history Would I fly like … More Jabberwocky Birds
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 … More Effortless
Stay warm in your burrow, Little Chipmunk, safe with winter’s cache The grey hawk hides high in snow-laden branches Hungry Photo courtesy of Pixabay
A perfect blue robin egg sits on my porch, perfect except it’s broken. I fancy the chick is safe in its nest mouth gaping for morsels from mother crying out, grasping life as is the nature of robins. More likely the egg was snatched by a hawk the yolk consumed on the fly, the concentrated nutrients used … More As Is the Nature Of
Wind Rush 