Pagosa Springs Artists

The Hunt

An American turkey hawk

spreads her wide wings,

guide feathers stretched out

like fingers to feel the pulse

of the shifting wind.

 

She floats easily on an unseen

airflow beneath her, head

turning this way and that

to spy for prey.

 

High above, her sharp eyes

are able to catch half-hidden

movements of moles or mice

in folliage far below.

 

Lazily she rides the wind,

tipping automatically to keep

aloft on her current, confidently

seeking her next meal.

 

first published in The Rockford Review

©2014 Bonnie Manion

   

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