** Earl and His Music
Sitting quietly on my swing I look up in the early morning sky.
I see a "Hawk" flying high above me soaring around without a
care in the world he is so happy up there dipping, showing off.
He has just landed across from me in my big oak tree he starts
right in cleaning his feathers opening them so wide it is a sight.
He sees me sitting there what a Performance he puts on for me.
Then he lets out this loud shout looking straight at me as if he was
talking to me in his Hawk voice I know just what he was saying to
me 'Hey lady I can fly, can you?' I laugh loudly and answer back no.
How handsome he is, he takes my breath away watching sitting there.
I keep sitting there watching him and than I hear this beautiful 'Music'
it's all around me it is embracing me, what beautiful sounds I hear.
Than I realize now 'Music' does not just have to be notes on paper or in
books 'Music' comes in many forms I have been so busy with life that I
that I forgot to just be quiet, and to listen for the 'Music' that God just
showed me through 'Earl' my Hawk who has decided to take Residency
in my big old oak tree making his Beautiful 'Music'
Copyright © Rhonda Hero Aka Hero-Wilson | Year Posted 2010
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