Today I was working at my computer when I heard the unmistakable sound of wings passing by, saw from my peripheral vision a sharp-shinned hawk passing by. The sound of those wings was amazing to me. I heard them through the glass of my French door. How powerful! That sound has stuck with me.
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The power in the wings
a strangled exhalation.
The hawk swoops.
I feel ever torn:
protector or naturalist.
My way, my birds, my squirrels.
I fill the bird feeder,
gray, white feathers mingle
with similarly-shaped willow leaves.
Hawk, I hope, rather than cat.
3 thoughts on “Hawk”
Sascha what a thing to take you away from it all, the sounds of the hawk. I have heard they bring good fortune to any who see them so hearing must be part of it too I think. I know your ambivalence when they hunt near the bird feeder. I hear their calls but not their wings.
Thanks. I have never heard such a sound until this afternoon. Sometimes they have slammed themselves or their prey against my door. I’m never quite sure since I haven’t been there to see, only to hear. And, yes, it’s ambivalence. The birds and squirrels show such trust to me.