Thursday, November 7, 2019

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

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.


  1. I really like this. You have given the hawk a thinking voice!

    1. Thanks Dwight, they are highly intelligent birds in their own way.

  2. Truedessa I adore this poem and your totem animal's visit and gift that inspired it. I hear hawks often but I rarely see them. What an honor for you to commune with one.

    1. Thanks Jade Li, I often have encounters with this raptor.

  3. That’s a great title, Truedessa, and I love the use of the first person perspective to bring me closer to the bird, as well as all the close detail. I often wonder what birds might be thinking and, as I am writing this, a gorgeous cock pheasant is wandering up the garden towards the house! What a wonderful event to write about, a visit from a hawk and a feather as a gift.

    1. Kim, thank you for visiting. I am fascinated with birds and that visit and gift I will always remember.

  4. Nice words
    This is lovely. Thanks for sharing with us all.
    Hope your week is going well.

    It's weekend already what are you doing?

    1. Thank you Melody for reading.

      Have a nice weekend!

  5. One moment of beautiful connection.
    Darn crows.

    1. One of many moments of connection in my journey. It was more like a riot of birds as they all hovered around to see what the Hawk might do, but those crows really broke up the party.

  6. In her wonderful monograph "Eros the Bittersweet," Anne Carson wonders what is it that so enflames us about the look in our love's eye? It is the reflection of ourself ... To be beheld by the Hawk is to be called one of its own; to be handed an oracular feather, which you in turn hand us. Thanks.

  7. Those crows sure come around quickly if they think they can get something. Buggers. Sounds like a moment between two, eyes in view.

  8. Really a wonderful poem. Must be a wonderful experience to see a hawk up close like that and to feel such connection / communion with it.

  9. I love how you saw yourself through the eyes of the hawk... refreshing to look at self from that perspective.

  10. I could feel the hawk wishing you could stroke its feathers.......I loved the poem speaking from the hawk's perspective. How wonderful to have a hawk as a guide. And what a gift - a feather. Have you read H is for HAWK? Quite wonderful, and a bit harrowing.

  11. You never cease to amaze me, True Blue. I once wrote a poem about a hawk but it sucked a ton and I deleted it, never to be seen again.

    P.S. True, can I ask you a favor? Could you say something nice to my friend Arza? HERE. She's a darker shade of blue but at least I got her to start blogging again. I owe you one! Make that two Bora drinks!

    1. Dammit, True, she just changed her address: HERE. Three Bora drinks coming up!

    2. NO need for drinks, I am always happy to help a friend.

    3. You are so sweet I want to hug you. Thank you, True. Now tell me, how are you?