Hawk
Hawk sails the sky with grace and ease.
Bird plays the currents ever free.
It makes the flowing gentle breeze
to take him soaring high to see
if wee small prey will try to hide.
There's no escape - his scheme's been tried.
Copyright © Alfred Berggren | Year Posted 2017
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