We have a hawk that sits on the wire at the entrance to our community. He seems unphased by our commings and goings. He has a huge field behind him that helps sustain him. He is a really beautiful creature. I wrote this poem and submitted it to be considered in the upcoming anthology at Old Mountain Press. The theme is Come Fly with Me. Hopefully it will fit in to the new collection of poems and Flash Fiction. Tom Davis, the editor, does a really great job putting these together. If you would like to read some of the past anthologies, they are on Amazon Kindle. Look up Tom Davis to get his books.
If I were a Hawk
Perched on the power line
Watching cars come and go
X-ray vision scanning the field
Seeing every tiny movement
Deciding on my daily menu
Would you come sit with me
If I were a Hawk
Rising from the wire
Soaring to new heights
Spreading my wings on the wind
Feeling its power rising beneath
Concentric circles in time and space
Would you come rise with me
If I were a Hawk
Riding unseen currents
A Floating Free Spirit on updrafts
Surveying my kingdom
Horizons unlimited
As far as the eye can see
Would you come fly with me
Pbotos: Dwight L. Roth
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