The Hawk Poem by Martin A. Ramos

The Hawk

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Clawgrip, clawbite
and wings that slay
fly hard, thrust straight
the bird of prey.

Supple yet firm,
carnivorous.
Belay your fears.
The hawk is love.

Thursday, June 7, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: wings
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Goldy Locks 07 June 2007

that's fun. take care, sjg

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