Hawk Sonnet

The redtail hawk sheds beauty as she flies,
No less than all the songbirds that we love,
Announcing the day’s hunt with high, shrill cries,
She watches for their movements from above.
Then, sudden featherfall! We’re spared the sight
Of talons, beak and feathers drenched in death,
But still we understand the meaning of
The feathers floating down on breeze’s breath.
The brief lives of both killer and the killed
Don’t stop us loving both for what they are.
Instead they teach us what we need to know
If we can understand them from this far:
No beauty is but what comes at some cost;
Whatever we can love can become lost.


About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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