Hawk flies through the trees;
at top speed,
with ease,
negotiating the tangled corridor.
His wings must have eyes, there-by
maintaining his precision path through life.
Looking down at my arms
knowing more eyes are needed
to see my way along life's road; not wings to ascend.

Man Hawk just caught breakfast
screamed about 10 times
circling his lover's tree.
Lady Hawk screamed replies:
flew to a larger branch.
Man Hawk, with taloned dinner
flew to her side.
The transfer made, she took the food,
placed it under her foot and began to eat.
Man Hawk flew to an overlook branch
watching her closely in protective stance
while Lady Hawk unruffled ate
the meal he had prepared.