The Dance
While passing through the sunken gardens;
On my way, after lunch;
A great bird, wings outstretched,
Came down from the sky, all hunched.
With wingspan between four to five feet;
He stopped me in my tracks.
His eyes met mine; they locked there;
That giant hawk of black.
From side to side he danced;
On one leg at a time.
While flapping wings, up and down;
The dance was just sublime.
For three minutes full, he danced; since then I’ve been told;
that it was a mating dance; my God, he was bold!
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2019
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