Memoirs Of A Hawk

July 12, 2011
I sit, thinking, wondering.
I dream of a world where I can venture into the hustled town

Around me I am isolated

Just the sparkling clear pond and hum of the insects, grasshoppers mostly

My only friends

The sun beats down through the dying trees and I'm parched

As I approach the pond I see it, the civilization

I gaze across the shamrock sea


I see a mountain, like a gum drop glistening in the sunlight


I see the outlines of the buildings, the church bell


I see a street lined with beaming children, ice cream in hand


I see a house, a loving family sitting on their porch


I see their smiles, true joy

How I long to have it


I look down in the pond

My reflection stares back up

How I wish to see those smiles

Rather than just a hawks imagination

How I am isolated

The church bell tolls.

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