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.

Body Paint

painting by Cesar Santos

paint me

as you see me

use your artistic eye

 palette of resplendent colors

find me

~

canvas

creating art

 painter's own perspective

brushstrokes discovering magic

feel me
 ~
beauty
depth of the soul
create a masterpiece
golden moon and silver stars meet
breathless

posted for Magpie Tales #307
form Cinquain