Another hawk-themed haiku for Frank J. Tassone’s challenge.
Open field, winter,
bare as bleached bones, yet hawk eye
sees each grass stalk bend.
Haiku: Hawk 2
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Another hawk-themed haiku for Frank J. Tassone’s challenge.
Open field, winter,
bare as bleached bones, yet hawk eye
sees each grass stalk bend.
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Thank you, Frank 🙂
They must have wonderful eye sight.
They do! As for owls, how they see anything at night is a mystery.
A shudder worthy observation (especially if you are prey).
They don’t have any qualms. Death is their business 🙂
Reminds me of humans in some respects…
Funny you should say that…
That response of yours is another poem begging to be written!
It’s funny about hawks, we admire them and find them beautiful, but feel uneasy that they kill things and do it so publicly.
Funnily enough on my walk today I saw one and instantly thought of you (I also saw an armadillo but no, he didn’t make me think of you and that is a good thing!) I do agree they are gorgeous but predators, a funny uneasy alliance.
Armadillos have nice faces 🙂
I think they are quite incredible. Dinosaurs walking our planet.
They look out of place in our antiseptic society. Maybe that’s why people kill them?
Antiseptic society is right. I agree. Apparently they are good to eat? Yuk. I like how their shoulders move, they are like those old armored men wielding swords.
Exactly! People always say things are good to eat—as if that justifies everything!
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Thank you, Michael 🙂
Wonderful! Sometimes i wish to have hawk’s eyes. 😉 Have a good week. Michael 😉
Thank you! Hope your week is a good one too 🙂