Hawk
There's a red-tail hawk hunts these grounds,
From the lake to the pond
And the path that winds behind the houses
Along the creek in between.
Squirrels and mice fear her shadow,
Black snakes and baby turtles, too.
She nests in a young white oak that bends and creaks
When the wind blows down from the hills.
I see her when I walk the dogs,
Wings spread wide against blue sky,
Beak open, eyes to the ground, talons extended,
Lovingly heartless in her drive to provide.
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In honor of Earth Day, a rare poem.
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That great last line--"lovingly heartless in her drive to provide"--reminds me of a much-missed cat, Miri. She was rescued from outside, and was the sweetest and gentlest cat with people and with her kittens, but she kept a touch of the wild and had that hunter's instinct and was the nemesis of the field mice.
Very visual poem. Great paradoxical last line I read over and over: lovingly heartless. Fv*
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Consider Animal Group.
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nice one
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Lovingly heartless.
"Lovingly heartless" got me too. *
"Lovingly heartless" seems to strike a chord with writers, eh? I think it's not coincidental.
Thanks to all for the encouragement.
Beautiful, but the musicality really takes one through this piece with a wonderful rhythym.
Great ending, Gary. A fine piece! *
Thanks for the read and comment, George and Foster.
Lovingly heartless, indeed. Lovely imagery.
Why did I only now just read this? Yes.
Love a good predation poem. Very strong.*
Fave, Gary. I'm late coming to this piece. I love the imagery. I know red-tailed hawks, so I know you write from truth.