View of the Hawk

A Poem

Pattie Byrd
Sitting perched up high in this tree
Fields and grass as far as I can see.
Watching and patiently I quietly wait
For any movement this hunger to abate.
Still I must sit so no creature will see
Before it's to late and recognize me.
There's a little rabbit scurrying around,
Unknown to him the danger that abounds.
Quickly I swoop, my talons spread wide
Downward diving in his direction I glide.
Looking up at me, I see terror in his eyes
Too late, little one, because I rule the skies.

Published by Pattie Byrd

Pattie Byrd is a freelance writer specializing in humor commentary, reviews and news articles. She has been published in magazines and several internet sites. Growing up in the South, she maintains her lov...  View profile

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  • Janet Hunt5/7/2010

    Lovely work! :-)

  • Gloria Tabolt3/11/2010

    Great poem, they are an exciting bird to watch!

  • Faye Fairley3/9/2010

    I don't know why AC didn't want me to read your articles. But I fooled them, and came to your page. this is good

  • Robert O. Adair3/9/2010

    Interesting poem!

  • Charlotte Kuchinsky3/9/2010

    I love this!

  • Snidely Whiplash3/8/2010

    Great poem Pattie, but ahhh...I been staring at the tree pic you posted for 5 minutes and I don't see that damned hawk! Sucker must have great camo too!lol And Jennifer, your husband saw a hawk catch a bat? Wow! On the wing? How cool. Hawks do rule.

  • Patricia Sicilia3/8/2010

    We have two hawks in our park. We know when they're around because the squirels hide!

  • Linda Louise Johnson3/8/2010

    Poor little one. That's nature for you. By the way haven't been getting any notices for you.

  • Lois Lunsford3/8/2010

    I got excited. Good poem Patty.

  • Han Van Meegerin3/7/2010

    You capture the image well.

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