Walking westward
My back towards a colorful
Sunrise
Promising a warm clear day
Like a stealth chopper
He lower himself
Into a grassy drainage ditch
As quick as lightning
His talons snatched an amphibian
Suddenly becoming airborne
Just as stealthily, as his landing
Without missing a stride
Of his silent wings
Taking his prey, to a tree top
The frog croaked his last
As the hawk's meal, won't last
He immediately devoured ,
His well earned hunt
In the silent of dawn
Where he silhouettes
Hues of bright orange skies
A sight that proclaims him
Master of the skies
As he screeched
His piercing screams
That Hawk
Beautifies my mind, eternally.
I have always been in awe of birds of prey...painted them, photographed them, fed them, and just sat outdoors watching
them.
A fine poem here, William!
William..I believe I watched this very scenario yesterday. We have two hawks that stay in the tip top of an old oak tree behind the house..They are very enjoyable to watch..well that is until they feed on my baby rabbits anyway...
Beautiful write William. Lisa
I love nature. It is the best seat in the audience of living. You're like me...we love the simple things that life gives us daily. It's all beautiful with a sort of complicated genuis.
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
A book of nature inspired poems and essays, written from the heart and soul of a life-long nature, animal, and wilderness lover, and dedicated to today’s children - Earth's only hope for a better tomorrow.
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I am enjoying this 2004 vein of Yours.
Very impressive new-look 2004 too! Looking real shipshape!
I Salute You, Sublime Poet!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Love Tinka
them.
A fine poem here, William!
Beautiful write William. Lisa
Beautifies my mind eternally.
excellent imagery!
excellent William...
Love,
Susan