"Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant."
Robert Louis Stevenson

Friday, February 7, 2014

A Visit from a Cooper's Hawk

Hawk Roosting

I sit in the top of the wood, my eyes closed.
Inaction, no falsifying dream
between my hooked head and hooked feet
or in sleep rehearse perfect kills and eat.

The convenience of the high trees!
The air's buoyancy and the sun's ray
are of advantage to me
and the earth's face upward for my inspection.

My feet are locked upon the rough bark.
It took the whole of Creation
to produce my foot, my each feather;
now I hold Creation in my foot.

Or fly up, and revolve it all slowly
I kill where I please because it is all mine.
There is no sophistry in my body,
my manners are tearing off heads.

The allotment of death.
For the one path of my flight is direct
through the bones of the living.
No arguments assert my right.

The sun is behind me.
Nothing has changed since I began.
My eye has permitted no change.
I am going to keep things like this.

-Ted Hughes

1 comment:

  1. Great shots. You have some terrific photos here. We have hawks just 2 doors down out our back. I don't have a 200 lens though. Big mistake - I only got at 140 and now I have regrets!


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