hawk

 

poem by me ♡

driving from here to there
almost touching eighty

land and sky merging
their own form of two-step
wild tangle of golden green

a hawk flies across my path
low enough where we could
have eye gazed if the world

had paused, but instead
our feathers brush in brief
hello at this crossroads

unmarked by society
but known wholly by us.

♡

Science info in the graphic referenced from The National Audubon Society.