I Am a Hawk
Rising suns I glide below,
With shadow small cast from my wings.
Warm air lifting begins to grow.
I'll ride slow winds of cosmic strings.
Splay my feathers and looking down,
Circling over life on Earth.
My distinct cry of renown,
Will claim each day for all it's worth.
Silent search, eyes subtle motion.
Seeks each detail of ground and tree.
Hunter high, with no emotion.
And tail of red, far from the sea
contest... Picture yourself as a bird
Hawk..visionary power,guardianship, messenger
5/10/15
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