There is something marvelous in the hawk.
So smooth.
So assured.
So fierce.
So complete.
So ... hawk.
Looking into the hawk's eye, I have felt yearning, a yearning the hawk shows no inclination to reciprocate. Why should s/he? Hawk is hawk ... and I suppose that is what I yearn for....
To rest easy and simply be the person my dog thinks I am.
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