Red Hawk
"Hunting hawks did not belong in cages, no matter how much a man coveted their grace, no matter how golden the bars. They were far more beautiful soaring free. Heartbreakingly beautiful."
~Lois McMaster Bujold
Up high the red hawk hovered
O’er the lush virgin forest
Keen piercing eyes surveilling
Hunting live prey for her nest
Under the green canopy
Creatures scurried tried the best
Out of sight invisible
There’s hope in everyone’s breast
Splendid morning sapphire sky
Nary a cloud east to west
Warm sunshine heav’nly feeling
To a tired soul blessed rest
Hunter and prey; happy, sad
Dual nature, good and bad
07-26-2021
© F Aparici
Nature is both benevolent and cruel - a dichotomy that I try to write about.
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