The Mountain

Stone crops flash by me, blur of speed Flick of wing,turn of beak, the hunt is on for the prey I seek Spears of rock are my home This magnificent mountain strewn with scree capped by frost ringed by tree Rising high,it stands alone, granite buttresses keep it company Planes of rock make me twist and turn, complex flying I must learn to circumnavigate this world of stone Timeless unchanging mountain, my home in cool,crisp air Wind whispering, call me invitingly to the search for I am the Hawk of this mountain A mountain I know well for it is living breathing stone, my place ,my home Scent of pine fills me as I scan for prey Blur of speed on rock endless scree My mountain,my home, this is no solitary life for I am not alone Weathered rock,clean air scent of green are my companions not always seen Spears of stone reach for sky, turn of wing I fly by complex flying rock sighing This mountain stands alone , my hunting ground,my home strewn with scree, capped with frost, ringed by tree