Observing humanity through the eyes of a Hawk.
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Don’t misunderstand me,
public opinion has little effect
on my frame-of-mind. Especially
the opinions and bitter words
disgorged by nosy parkers,
tattletales, inebriates,
and the philistines
who exacerbate
the kinds of
behaviors
designed to malign,
irritate and denigrate others…
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I have learned to fly
high to see, not to be seen,
to pursue only what sustains me,
and in so doing I can reciprocate in like
manner to complete a cycle written into the
molecules of how I was created,
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On Open Wings,
my choices lift me higher,
up where the sun spills golden,
where the spirit of adventure sings,
and where genuine strength dwells
in its ability to adapt…
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I do not follow trends; I forge new paths…
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Having flown the far-lands
in search of something lasting,
seeking precious treasures in
lassitudes shifting sands,
overcoming each day,
as natural curiosity
discovers new views;
I, Hawk, see you
judging others
with the
same precipitous eyes
you use to hunt, but rarely do
you ever defeat your dysfunctions,
you defend them, you empower them,
and then use them against others…
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you may have a voice
but it is small and hollow,
you may have a wonderfully
and fearfully made body, but too
often it gets bogged down with fear,
you may have a mind
that is capable of great things, but
it is clouded too much by ego and hatred…
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My cry is not of anger, but of freedom,
for in the stillness of flight, I find peace…
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I will admit
that your way
is not a highway to
be journeyed lightly,
that your way
is not an example
to be followed politely,
that your way does
not echo life and hope.
As a matter of fact, your way
leaves us clawing up cliffs in despair
seeking abandoned eggs in small crevices.
Not fanciful or imaginative,…. your way
perverts life's natural flow, and lessens
prospect, while tumefying the ego…
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I fly high, I see far, and I strike
only when the moment is right…
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It is a test of endurance getting here,
one that challenges the mind and body.
Soaring above & along jagged granite
ramparts, which have seen many
centuries pass before,
I, Hawk, hunt only
for what sustains me.
I fly not just to fly, but to fly
with purpose and vision, to overcome
obstacles, trusting the journey,
and how I am led….
Up here,
the winds blow freely,
and when the heart opens
to potential, within those moments
where hunger and survival join hands,
I fly freely, without hatred, or constraint.
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© Richard Lloyd Cederberg
7/2026
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“But ask the animals, and they will teach you, or the birds in the sky, and they will tell you; or speak to the earth, and it will teach you, or let the fish in the sea inform you...”
Job 12: 7-8
                                     A NEW RACE OF HuMANS