My Friend, Red-Tail Hawk

Couplets

Once long ago he flew high and free

The flight was farther than most can see

Then one day as I watched him in his flight

Close to evening when it was getting dim light

 

Seeing him in the dim light there was a change

Feathers flew__he pitched and turned seemed strange

Slowly falling to mother earth landed in lurch

Going close so I could maybe see if he was hurt

 

He was on the ground with feathers all around

Swiftly going home and getting a bag to cover him round

Took him to a rescue ranch to see if he had a chance

He would heal, on his perch he had a stance

 

But he did not heal__his psyche was permanently crushed

He longlingly viewed the sky remembering he flew freed

Stuck on his perch he grew swiftly old no more gold

Hating each day but not able to go on with his goal

 

Dreaming, night dreams and day dreams to fly high again

To soar with the eagles up in the night sky

 

 

Author's Note

About reaching what seems to be success then plumpeting to the bottom...The picture is not of a Red-Tail Hawk but of another species..I just happened to take this one early one morn when the moon was still out and the sun coming up...We do have the hawk around here but they are more elusive...

Reviews

[Desert Dreamer]

I often dream of Red-Tailed Hawks...I am sad to hear of one injured and dying. Your poem is a very well written sad story.

[Addie]

Very pretty and very sad at the same time. It's kind of like a tear jerker poem. Good write =]

[Ed Hart]

great metaphor...so sad...the price of living together in the billions...so sad