My Love and I, were leaning back in our chairs
looking up at the sky, drifting, barely awake
when we saw the wings, the power
of a hawk startling us, against
It was over too quickly, as tiny blackbirds chased him
away from their nest, never relenting until
he disappeared. My Love and I joined
our hands, praying for the hawk
vowing never to forget
the power of
our own wings.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
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