I saw them, heard their call
from the tree top -- drawing more
to the flock and me nearer still.
I marveled at so many
in one spot.
As I continued on the
sidewalk, I saw it. The hawk.
Splayed. Surrendered.
Mighty, sad remains.
The crows hang around
with the hawks in these parts
and this fallen one must've
made many friends.
May your spirit continue
to soar, winged one!
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