I’m light and free as a hollow-boned hawk
Gliding on the thermals
Above the vast, gray-brown prairie.
I’m a sharp-eyed bird of prey,
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This is stunning. We are drawn in by the power of the metaphor that is so effectively bolstered by your attention to detail and we become hawks ourselves. Well, I've to go swoop down on a bunny or chipmunk for supper. Check you later.
A brilliant poem about stillness and transformation. Love the hollow-boned hawk metaphor and your original and down to earth description of the 'illusion' of our body minds as we await the final freedom of letting go. love, Allie xxxx