Red Tailed Hawk Poems - Poems about Red Tailed Hawk

A red-tailed hawk soars in an azure sky, Majestically gliding - oh so high! Is it any wonder he inspires such awe In those who study education and law?...

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Talk about strutting your tail-feathers, and using your assets to get what you want, when calling card is no gambit or bluff to flaunt- In the crimson sky, read taled, "Glinted Eye", air siren wails like a little Banshee crossed with Harpy Eagle getting squirrely-with drifting, chasing a pantry, sifting. Shifting winds Wings outstretched, a...

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Less than eighty, now ... they're, unaccounted. 'Tis sad ... NEXT: the hawk hovered that founded fresh sedges, grasslands, and deserts idyll, God in the detail, Red-Tailed Hawk sidle, Blitzkrieg mob by crows, females sized greater, social-less wingers, life mono-mater, dives one hundred twenty miles per hour, kills owl young BOTH nesting competitor, Prey spotted one hundred feet in the air, Their eyesight to...

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John was invited to participate in the sweat lodge ceremony. You may or may not experience your vision quest. He had no preconceived ideas but enjoyed his Apache friends. A bit of peyote put him into another realm. He shapeshifted, becoming a red-tailed hawk. He flew to the top of the mountain. He felt adventurous and free, he had passion and...

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He was mighty as could be venturing down by the sea, revered as the king soaring over his golden throne- He was respected yet felt neglected and could never see, all the beauty he held and sadly felt so lost and alone. Self-respect, he had some but always searched for more, he sought no prey, for he saw himself...

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Perched, waiting, still He swoops with swift precision Red tail fanned in flight His cry announcing intent See the beauty in this flight......

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Soaring high above the grassy terrain, Which renders much more than daily grain. The waving grass is inviting me aground, But cautiously first I'll just look around. Effortlessly floating aloft on thermal air, I soar in large circles as below I stare. A running Titmouse having now caught my eye, has given me reason to soon leave the sky. A dead tree branch...

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