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My Friend Hawk: A Poem


Val enjoys writing his own style of what resembles poetry, just hoping to catch someone's heart on the same page.


Up high on the TV antenna across the street

few times every single day appears a hawk

in my imagination our eyes regularly meet

while he is also watched by pigeon flock.

Well, once when you reach seventy and over

bird watching may become a part of routines

like looking in the park for a four leaf clover

beside chick in passing reminding of teens.

Now I know it may sound quite absurd

though quite normal for this aging dude

but I've developed a bond with that bird

well, it's not only people able to delude.

Look, out of all many balconies on this side

he once picked just mine to land on its rail

and few times in front of me he would glide

showing off his wide wings and his fan tail.

It especially happens at my 'walking meditations'

as I'd stand in front of window oblivious of kind

so isn't he maybe responding to my vibrations

or it's just coincidence with no secret behind.

Well, who really cares, there he is again

as at all this distance I can hear his call

those are not crazy sounds in my brain

if the call's for me, doesn't matter at all.

Also, one-sided friendships are nothing new

I've had more than I would care to mention

and I can always count on someone like you

to replace this hawk for my friendly attention.

© 2021 Val Karas

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