Hawk-Eye Perspective

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There she is beating

her hoop drum

I watch her with my

keen eyes, she appears

normal in many ways

but, her spirit is different

communing with nature and
it's creatures.  I sometimes

dream of  speaking to her

would she converse with

me in my native tongue

of "Hawk" I sit on the highest

tree limb eavesdropping on her

whispered chants. Making mental
notes,  I am honored to be her
guide. I long for  her to stroke my head

caress my  neck. I swoop closer to catch

an ancient melody. My feathers

glisten in the mid-day sun.

Will she notice me?

OH NO, she is looking

What shall I do?

I hold my head high,looking into
her eyes.  Sudden  (panic)

my heart  pounding in my breast,
I feel vulnerable in the sunlight

She stares at me, mesmerized

I spread my wings, hoping she
will gaze upon my natural beauty. 

She smiles wide, her hazel eyes
dance with wonder. Her long
hair blows in a soft breeze.  I want to
fly to her shoulder, travel with
her to places unknown, magical
planes of adventure.

Abruptly, the moment ends

company arrives, damn crows

trying to ruin my day out

I  take to the air, leaving  her

a precious gift,  floating to the

ground a feather to quill her

poems

I shall return to her....

sharing with dVerse
hosted by Bjorn writing from a
different perspective.

I wrote this about the day a hawk came

to visit me and gifted me a feather. I wrote

it from what I perceived to be the hawk's perspective.

I feel the need to honor the hawk as it seems
to be my totem animal spirit.