Harris Hawk
by 
Harris
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Posted: Friday, January 13, 2006 Word Count: 84 Summary: This was a working bird, used for hunting rabbits. Its simple perfection was incongrous as it sat on a perch in the back of its owner's grimey van. This is the first time I will have ever had feedback on my work, which may come across as complete piffle. I would love to know what people think... |
I am beauty and elegance,
Quick, cool and poised.
My Glance
Offers a piercing glimpse of the ancient,
Through unblinking prehistoric eyes.
Each pointed movement
Is guided by many ages of wisdom
Etched into my heart.
I know what I am, no question.
From my stance I watch, I see.
You may try to comprehend me,
To hold these smooth, vulnerable lines
In your eyes,
To feel the power and danger in me.
The bright touch of a razor's edge.
Soft veil,
Subtle savage.