Hawk
hawk flies over my head
he is traveling low
I glance up and see him land on a tree limb
he is a beauty, tan and white
gone before I can snap a photo
I am glad I am a heavyweight
can you imagine being picked up by those talons?
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2025
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