Hawks,
numberless as bats,
soar
inches beyond my reach
back to the serenity
of the sky.
Author's note: I wrote this poem after stumbling across a vast flock of migrating hawks while on a hike with my dog. Hawks were gliding mere inches above and around my head before they resumed their southward journey. This was a transformative experience for me and one of deep peace rather than fear.
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