Rough Legged Hawk

The Hawk

Your wings are like souls

as you float

within the landscape of sky

tipping over the axis of land.

Elemental in your wandering

my heart wishes to follow

the distortion of all things

scaling down.

Dropping cares moment by moment

on my rooted feet I watch.

Gravity

You sweep down then up

tip over the trees

and disappear from view.

By the Corby Hawk 

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