Brother hawk
Circling a rose-red morning sky,
hungry, it swiftly wings off,
only to lay in wait high aloft,
a small black harmless silhouette,
the hungry hunter on the stalk.
Even as the dawn wind softly talks,
few hear the warning it does set,
for the hunter wings down so soft,
to strike, and now the prey’s belly his trough,
his lives when another so careless dies.
Eyes gleam in the morning light this try,
patient hunter of the desert sky none scoff,
for in time he will succeed more then oft,
Brother Hawk, sky hunter and threat,
I watch him, my guide, as off he flies.
Brother hawk
Excellent poem Johnn. WOW I could feel the talons sinking deep into the gut of the prey.
Yes, I like 'Brother Hawk.' In fact, if you look at my humble homepage, there he is! He's been there awhile. I see you're a Vietnam Vet. Welcome home, Wayzata JOHNN. I'll add you to my list of Nam vets now...