Poem -

Hawk Eye

Hawk Eye

Fluttering bodies silhouetted across the flaming  sunset,
disorientated by the approaching darkness.
Swiftly yet languidly gliding towards  a roost.
A safe haven for the night,
tucked away within the branches and
hidden from hungry predators.
Red tailed hawks endlessly circling, beady eyes scanning.
Purpose and intent all too evident.
Like a child’s kite meandering across the sky,
he hovers
patiently,
waiting.
Eyes never leaving the ground, like a supplicant at prayer.
Freedom’s air weaving through their veined wings.
They dominate the air, dominate the day.
Yet impotent under the cloak of  each nights embrace.
 

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lodigiana

Thank you so much Linda, much appreciate your comments x

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StevieC

Loving this Lodi! this will inspire other similar write no doubt and so it should!! Nice work xx

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lodigiana

Haha thanks my number one fan...always a little biased but I dont mind! thank you xxx

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lodigiana

Hi StevieC - how did you know?? - yes it has been but I look on it as a compliment and hope my poem inspired them- I doubt anyone will write one about a cat farting though??.. but who knows? hahaha

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Larry Ran

My Dear Lodigiana,

I am departing from my normal poetic form of response on this one, because it has brought up wonderful memories of me, as a young man.  I am actually going to write a poem called "The Hawk" in the next few days, of course, giving you credit for it's inspiration.
As a teenager, until in my mid thirties, I was an avid basketball player.  I did not play for my high school team, getting cut both times I tried out.  After that, I came to the conclusion that defensive skills were just as important as offensive.  So, I became a wizard at defense. I began playing a lot at the downtown YMCA, where several great ex high school and college stars played six days a week at lunch time.  A lot of them were African-American, and they loved my gung ho style of defense.  Guess what their name was for me.  "THE HAWK"
Need I say more?

Love,
Larry xxx

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lodigiana

So happy that my poem has brought back such happy ,vivid memories! How wonderful to have such an iconic nickname Larry and I will look forward to reading of your exploits! Love and light to you my friend
Lodigiana xxx
 

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