|
|
Replying to a comment on:
Hawk (Ode) by Shardik
Mirage, and chaparral
Circle below your red tail
Heat, like a fever ghost
Up-drafting, you sail
And shadow play the trail.
All wing span, and talon
With eyes that never miss
Spry, but patient hunter
Red meat must be bliss
On this peneplain of no rain:
Prairie dog barks
& Rabbit tails
Road runner marks
Hot wind wails.
Life long mates heighten nests
Environment, and daily tests
Young to feed, and shade to find
A regal bird with dark brown crest
Predators make no man's pets
Spotted chest -- killer of pests.
Alone, but by choice.
With desert in your voice.
|