Friday, February 1, 2019

Four Hawks

Four hawks flung in a fleecy sky,
Darting and wheeling,
Flipping their flight,
Seemingly there
Just for the joy.

I don’t ask why
They’re whirling in air,
Dazzling my eye,
Warming my heart;
The sight is enough.

©2019 John I. Blair, 1/12/2019

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