You may find this post a bit odd, but we do Everything here! My wife Mary sent me some pics of a hawk that landed on her office air-conditioner. The hawk seems to be very interested on the goings-on in the office. Maybe this hawk is "hawkish." I will follow the pics with the Ted Hughes poem "Hawk Roosting." Hard to figure out what Ted is thinking here. If you have an idea, leave a comment!
Hawk Roosting by Ted Hughes
I sit in the top of the wood, my eyes closed.
Inaction, no falsifying dream
Between my hooked head and hooked feet:
Or in sleep rehearse perfect kills and eat.
The convenience of the high trees!
The air's buoyancy and the sun's ray
Are of advantage to me;
And the earth's face upward for my inspection.
My feet are locked upon the rough bark.
It took the whole of Creation
To produce my foot, my each feather:
Now I hold Creation in my foot
Or fly up, and revolve it all slowly -
I kill where I please because it is all mine.
There is no sophistry in my body:
My manners are tearing off heads -
The allotment of death.
For the one path of my flight is direct
Through the bones of the living.
No arguments assert my right:
The sun is behind me.
Nothing has changed since I began.
My eye has permitted no change.
I am going to keep things like this.
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