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Sacred Hawk

For a couple of weeks

Each morning as I walked to the barn

A lone hawk circled high above

and disappeared


Hawks have been symbols in

my life for years

What did this one mean?


This morning I saw a trio

circling in the usual path

of the lone hawk

As I walked under my

dying pecan tree

I heard the rush of

wind over wings and

there it was …

right above my head

not threatening

but …

flying close enough

to hear it swooping

near my head


Looking up …

I saw it rejoin the others

and continue their

morning flight


Was this close encounter

a blessing …


a warning …

Either way …

it was a sacred moment …


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