As the Wind Moves Over the Hawk’s Shoulder

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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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12 thoughts on “As the Wind Moves Over the Hawk’s Shoulder

  1. 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

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