Monday, November 5, 2012

Hawk high

Hawk high

Hawk high, drifting, playing on gentle breezes, up lift here, down draft there.  Watching, watching for the flash of life unaware.  Wings sweep back, streaking through the afternoon sky faster, faster, plunging, ever growing speed, flay of wings, grasp, live ends, life continues.

From the Ramblings.

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