[Lady Jag]

Hawk Roosting

I sit in the top of the wood, my eyes closed. Inaction, no falsifying dream Between my hooked head and hooked feet: Or in sleep rehearse perfect kills and eat. The convenience of the high trees! The air's buoyancy and the sun's ray Are of advantage to me; And the earth's face upward for my inspection. My feet are locked upon the rough bark. It took the whole of Creation To produce my foot, my each feather: Now I hold Creation in my foot Or fly up, and revolve it all slowly - I kill where I please because it is all mine. There is no sophistry in my body: My manners are tearing off heads - The allotment of death. For the one path of my flight is direct Through the bones of the living. No arguments assert my right: The sun is behind me. Nothing has changed since I began. My eye has permitted no change. I am going to keep things like this. Ted Hughes

[Billie]

Thanks for the Hawk poem today, LadyJ. :)

[GodBlessUSA]

Beautiful Poem and photo, Lady Jag! :)
We see a lot of hawks in our area. I enjoy watching them.

A hawk in our front yard. (I believe this is a Cooper's Hawk)

[gardengirl]

Great hawk pic and poem! We have the big red tails and sparrow hawks here. And the big—great horned?—owls. Even saw a bald eagle a summer or so ago.

Anyone who thinks the environment is in danger needs to come hang out here for awhile! LOL

[Majie Purple]

Beautiful hawk pic especially the white markings and the rootbeer coloring in it’s eye!

[jaycee]

They are beautiful in their own right, of course! Once when I saw one fly from the evergreen right outside my kitchen window and grab one of ‘my’ birds, I ran out and feathers were flying everywhere. He was flying away with his catch. Gosh, I was upset and of course, my husband consoled me by explaining “this is the way it works”. I knew that but it was hard to watch it happen. Don’t want to see it again....LOL~~~