Red-tailed Hawk

January 2, 2010

Perched on the breaking limb, eying the open skies, the prey scuttering in the undergrowth, the next moment's choices, the red-tailed hawk chooses an instant of free fall, then takes to the infinite blue wonders of new horizons. Off in the distance is a new peak. Off in the distance he sets his gaze. Off to the distance he soars.

Type: Poetry

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