THE HAWK SOARS

Hopping out of its hole in the rocky face of the cliff,
The hawk surveys the valley area with quick shifting eyes
Trying to catch a glimpse of movement.
It shifts its weight.
Wings flattering like airplane flaps,
Ready to launch itself into space,
It pushes off.
Soaring, gliding on currents of wind,
In and out through moisture laden clouds.
It spies a brown-furred creature
Darting through green-leafed saplings.
Stalking its prey
The hawk silently circles.
Suddenly spiraling down, down
It gives a great cry.
With the wings arched up and
Footed claws outstretched,
The hawk snatches up the creature
In non-stop motion
Soaring upwards toward heaven and home.