Watching a Hawk While On the Playground At Prairie Grade School
From so high we, swinging and and running with squeaks and shouts,
looked like mice, rabbits and squirrels in abundance.
I saw the shadow drawing circles on the grassy field.
Then I looked up into the blinding sun, squinted and half covered my eyes.
The red tailed hawk soared, never once flapping its wings, it circled
Blue sky, cirrus, blue sky, cumulus, sunlight through the wings.
Then following the tangent line, over the trees, gone.
Never flapping its wings once.
Saving us for another day.
From so high we, swinging and and running with squeaks and shouts,
looked like mice, rabbits and squirrels in abundance.
I saw the shadow drawing circles on the grassy field.
Then I looked up into the blinding sun, squinted and half covered my eyes.
The red tailed hawk soared, never once flapping its wings, it circled
Blue sky, cirrus, blue sky, cumulus, sunlight through the wings.
Then following the tangent line, over the trees, gone.
Never flapping its wings once.
Saving us for another day.