Signature: A Red-Tailed Hawk

Hushed as dawn, the hawk glides, her wings superior and wide, and calibrates the wind’s heft and sees the rabbits scatter, hide.   Drifting free as feral breath, and feathers falling after death from sacrificial doves—we mourn their partners and their empty nests—   she hovers high above the shore without a wing flap, leaving… Continue reading Signature: A Red-Tailed Hawk