Poem things, Rants and Thoughts

Flying


To be a hawk,

Oh,

To be a hawk,

Oh to fly so high,

In the sky,

To be a hawk,

Flap my wings,

Try to be,

With the wind,

How it sings,

To be a hawk.

If only once,

They could talk,

Oh,

I’d ask them nicely,

Just how highly,

They like to soar,

To be a hawk,

If I was there,

We’d fly some more,

To be a hawk,

Scavenge for meals,

Oh,

To be for real,

To be a hawk.

If only once,

They could talk,

To be a hawk.


NV. – written on May 18th, 2018 started @ 10:13 a.m. finished @ 10:33 a.m.

Was hanging out with a hawk up in the sky, made me cry, don’t know why she swallowed the fly perhaps she’ll die. – SF.

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