Dan Reynolds (Justiceville)
A lonely hawk perused its lot,
wings arched against the breeze.
The vole saw just a tiny dot
He hovered with such ease.
He never tired of this sensation,
sandwiched between cloud and ground.
The purpose filled his contemplation,
to take the quarry, without sound.
The keenest eyes had found their mark
But something had to give.
The hawk had lost the urge to kill
But not the will to live.
Poet Other Poems
- 180 Second Freefall
- 2’s Co. (3’s A Shroud)
- 21 Words Of Guidance, Will You Save Your...
- A contract of contrition.
- A Disgraceful Retirement?
- A Dragonfly Dilemma.
- A Fairy Tale of Sorts
- A not so brave pyugh world
- A posthumous pondering
- A Progress In Work
- A rude rhyme on the rudimentaries.
- A sonnet for Sam.
- A Sonnet On The Passing Of A Friend's Ca...
- A sonnet on the wind's promises.
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.