Hawk - Poem by Rosa Linger
A brilliant white
A shocking swath
Streaking down, crossing sight
Bearing bellies black as night.
Across the air, tipping tops
Struggle seeming, never stop.
A sudden slide
A bomb nose dive
Slipping silent, almost thoughtless
Feathers rippling, wings with tautness.
A hawk alone
Hunts by day
A flock of hawks seems out of place
Connecting lives from time and space?
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