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 …
or
a warning …
Either way …
it was a sacred moment …
Copyright © 2016 Annie Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
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