Poetry Tuesday

We interrupt the regularly scheduled program to bring you the following bit of breathing room. A poemish thing, written last week...bon appetit.

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Hawk by Katie Hacker ©2007

There is a hawk watching our house.

It has been out there for several days. It is hard to miss with that white breast that glows in the empty trees. It is probably watching the field for good things to eat. Or maybe it just stops there to rest. Either way, I'm getting attached to it.

We must look so small from up there.

There is something comforting about the hawk's presence out there in the tree. Inside the house, all of our daily dramas unfold. The phone rings, the tea kettle boils, the email makes its demands. But when I look up from my work, the hawk is still there in the tree.