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I startled two hawks
from the cottonwood trees.
Away they flew.
Away from me.
I watched them soaring
I admired their dance.
They fly so high
and spin down, down.
Flapping wildly
then falling free.
I am them;
they are me.
I am beside them,
up, up in the air.
For just one moment,
I know their rapture.
My dog brushes my leg.
My reverie is gone.
But the hawks, still there.
I shake off my dream.
I will find them again
and soar high, we shall.
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6 comments:
Creekhiker, you so nicely capture the feelings I have when I stand, rooted to the ground, watching the dipping and soaring flight of birds above me.
what a nice poem! I like watching birds in the sky, floating on the thermals.
Holly, this is a nice photo, and your poem really enriches it. Thanks for sharing the moment with us.
Great picture - and words, Holly. Just reading this, I felt a sense of peace.
It's Thursday and I just dropped by to say "Morning, glory!"
Thanks everyone. The hawks are one of the most mesmerizing things about the creek for me.
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