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Hawks

A hawk flew overhead as I stood
speechless in the open field
breathing in the scent of pine trees and clipped grass.

It flew quite close, a mere twelve feet
from the top of my head
and I looked up to see its sleek belly

as it swiftly soared away into the infinite azure sky.
I wondered if it was checking me out
to see if I was fit for dinner,

but then realized as I lifted my head
that I was far too cumbersome to carry
in its sturdy yet rather small beak.

Such a shame, it seemed.
I think I would have liked
a lift in the clutches of this majestic bird

If only for a few minutes
of its avian existence
to grasp that semblance of oneness.

February 18, 2003