Post 257: New Year’s Hawk

by Carol Bass

New Year's Hawk

Forever I Waited

by the cold glass of the window
watching the hawk
who was watching the dead grass
for any movement

head turning 180
wind fluffing up feathers
stretching out a left claw
balling talons in and out
tucking it up
in warm tummy feathers
keeping limber for the hunt

wildness blessing
in a split second
she was gone

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