in rapture,
high on each other,
two raptors.
*
swirling around
in the big open sky,
two hawks.
*
higher and higher,
even the hawks fierce gaze
penetrates softly.
circling close, then closer,
the sun lusters brightly.
Catching sight of a hawk up in the sky, I nearly always stop to gaze, captivated by the unfettered power swirling with ease and swagger. Somehow, it always grounds me. On this morning, I was treated by two raptors, high on each other, in rapture.
