Three Red Tailed Hawks
I visited the sacred place today.
For a few minutes, city life faded away.
Three red tailed hawks glided overhead, silhouetted against the bright blue February sky.
Their majestic flight surpassed any distractions from chattering woodpeckers and bossy blue jays.
Only the subtle calls from the cautious quail, hiding in the underbrush, could be detected.
The hawks concluded their aerial ballet by landing gracefully atop the tallest sycamore, and peacefully surveyed their world below.
I am a mere witness to their glorious beauty.
An excerpt from Where the Red Tailed Hawk Flies
02.04.11 Copyright © 2011 by Red Tailed Hawk Publishing/All rights reserved.
I visited the sacred place today.
For a few minutes, city life faded away.
Three red tailed hawks glided overhead, silhouetted against the bright blue February sky.
Their majestic flight surpassed any distractions from chattering woodpeckers and bossy blue jays.
Only the subtle calls from the cautious quail, hiding in the underbrush, could be detected.
The hawks concluded their aerial ballet by landing gracefully atop the tallest sycamore, and peacefully surveyed their world below.
I am a mere witness to their glorious beauty.
An excerpt from Where the Red Tailed Hawk Flies
02.04.11 Copyright © 2011 by Red Tailed Hawk Publishing/All rights reserved.