Hawk
One of mine I wrote
Hawk
In the wooly tethers of the pine steep
Be still the red-tail hawk nigh winter’s sleep
Influx his neighbor kin betwixt snowfall
Who drift on the same wind with wingspan small
To prey, thou heresy bird’s dreams do diverge
And now no longer yearns to nurse such urge
Forlorn in shadows leaps his perch to soar
amidst his kind, whom below him abhor
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