A solitary golden feather is lifted as the wind moves over the hawk’s shoulder.
Chipmunks are breathless as the mountains bask in the sunlight.
Yet the hawk spins his head towards a murmuring sound close by. A lone figure, praying in the shadows of the mountain.
Peace is seldom easy, so the hawk kept silent, honoring his descendants.
Weren’t humans descended from birds of prey?
Note: Influenced by Native American creation stories.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies
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Wonderful!
Thank you Cindy! I love writing this way. Peace and be wonderfully blessed.
This reminds me of your stories (series) from a few years ago. As Cindy has already commented – beautiful 🙂
Thank you Takami for remembering those stories and your wonderful comments! Yes I like writing this way for sure. Peace and holiday blessings to you.
The last line lifts the imagery to enlightenment.
Thank you Barbara! I wanted the end to be a surprise. Peace to you and yours and wonderful blessings.
I love the Native American spirit that flows through your words. Wonderful, Nico!
Thank you Erika! I love writing this way! In fact another one will be out in less than an hour. 😎 Peace my friend and be wonderfully blessed.
I am happy you do. It is the depth of the spirit inside of us. So powerful!
Thank you my friend! Peace.
In the nature Man is a natural predator and alas in our modern societies the predators are not missing!
I wish you and yours a happy new year , Nico . I am sorry you had seen only the beginning of my post ? I had to stop for the dialysis . It is finished now.
In friendship
Michel
Michel may God give you the health you need and bless you each day. Thank you so much my friend! Yes I will visit again soon. Peace to you and your family!