the hawk cries out
then lands on the fallen branch,
quiet as a mouse
A taker of lives—the hawk. Its shrill scream gets me every time. KEE-EEEEE-ARR!! My breathing comes to a stop. I stay still….look up and search the sky….all without thinking. I wonder…all the little birds and the rabbits and chipmunks and squirrels and mice, do they all do the same?
