His Passing Glance

Hawk soars treetop

traveling southeast

to the Sound

then banks sharp-right

and west across the field,

from the corner of his eye

sees me precarious,

stopped at the road’s bend,

me watching him

he watching me

cocks his head

curious for all the

moment I am due,

then slowly arcs

a wide curve home.

Poem ©2018, Jen Payne. Image: Red-tailed Hawk with moon over Estero Bay, CA, by Gabriel Willow Senior Naturalist, Prospect Park Audubon Center.

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