Hawks circle overhead in the eastern sky

Five are in expedition flight over the old farm land

As the May sun casts the day’s final golden glory

Hoping their prey are blinded in the yellow rays

Two foot wing spans outstretched they glide

Move free with the air current up or down

Wings tipped they shift left or right

With breast out or neck nod, course changes again

They flap their wings to gain speed,

Their brown chests expand

Feathers spread again to waltz with the cool spring air

Eyes scope downward seeking sumptuous supper

Short chirps communicate location, hooked beak radiant in the light

Territory is circled repeatedly, flight paths though are non-recurring

Searching shadows camouflaged with other dusky silhouettes

What fresh morsel will be carried to their treetop home?

About Poetry Road/Marty Goes to Mars

Poetry storage, genealogy research and tribute to my grandson with Down Syndrome . Creativity is my outlet--expressions in acrylics, accomplished quilter , doll maker and writer. Please visit my shop sites. Thank you for stopping in!
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