Hawk (Version Ii) Poem by Susan Marie Watkins

She spreads her wings,
Jumps into the air,
Ascending effortlessly.
In slow, thoughtful circles,
Scans the ground for
A furtive flash.

Light and free, and hollow-boned
Gliding on thermals
Above the vast, gray-brown prairie,
A sharp-eyed bird of prey,
Soaring unencumbered through the crystalline air.

She flexes sharp talons & her hooked beak,
Screeches with pure invigoration
Swoops towards the earth,
To grace a worn, crooked fencepost
In the silence of that infinite, barren place
Where time is measured by the beat of angel wings.