Hawk

Posted on by Stitchteller

I felt them in my feet.
The weight of their knowing concealed me
as they circled overhead.
Hawks don’t fly.
They float.
Hawks don’t hunt.
They see.

Published by Stitchteller

Greetings, I live in the citywoods with my loving David and Dear daughter, Bird. I write on this here thing machine to keep my thoughts in words. If you happen upon this little mess and you need to reach me, email works best: noelle.labrousse@gmail.com. Happy trails to you good stranger, and only good things. - Noelle

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