- Non-Erotic Poetry
- a hawks call
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If ever a sound did catch my big blue eyes
the long piercing cry of a wild wing shrill
a lone shriek call that pulls at me inside
above the grass the trees and the far hills
Echoes off the mountains and the plains
outstretched feathers reaching hugging the wind
circling a hawk above claiming it's domain
around around and the hunting searching
calling loudly out bold that it fly's here
shrieking siren cry that instills pierced fear
sporting warning sounding to all it's prey
soaring scout on a high thermal swift wave
a cry that spears across the fields and stocks
rapture's keen voice the call of a wild hawk
- COMMENTS
tazz317almost 12 years agoeither with scent or sound. TK U MLJ LV NV
duddle146over 17 years agoThere is nothing quite so majestic as the sight of a hawk flying high in the heavens. This Poet has captured the wildness of the mountains and plains as well.
LeBrozover 17 years agoOne of Art's specialities ~ a nature scene
Done so well here I can almost hear the hawk's call.
cloudyabout 19 years agoArt, I just love this poem! I'm very partial to the redtails we have around here, and if I didn't hear them every day, I would just about be lost. Absolutely lovely images!
Annoraabout 19 years agoI wanted to duck my head. What a descriptive and beautiful scene for the minds eye.Soaring birds demand respect their strength in their wings.
Thank you for this birds eye view...
Kudo's my dear friend...
