Through Storms End, Deep Snow,
To A Warm Spring That Runs Clear
All Through the Winter

A Quacking, Flapping
Urgency of Ducks rises, flees.
The Red-Tailed Hawk Stays

He Makes Eye Contact
A Glance Over His Shoulder
And Tail Feathers Shake

He Raises His Wings
As If Stretching and Rises,
Floating Into Air

Effortless, He Glides
By, Holding My Eye, Watching
Silent, Moving, Still

One Circle, Then Two
I am appraised. He is not
Afraid or Impressed

So He Turns His Head
And Slides Away, Mystery
Above the Deep Snow

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