I am the hawk
I soar high above the hills and cascade into
the cathedrals
The wind beneath my wings gives me the power
of fight.

I catch my prey with the strength of my claws
My hawk-lings rejoice as I devour my prey
Blood of my preys are on my feathers.

I devour much flesh, delicacy of my beak
When the night falls I dream of my next prey
As the sun rises I begin my flight for prey

The thick jungle forest is my sweet home
I make my nest on high hardwood rainforest
I am the hawk that dwells in the high country


Presley Yekanamialye Kokwaiye

Copyright ©2003 Presley Yekanamialye Kokwaiye
Taken from www.poetry.com

err...do you have a poem for a Hawk in a hunt?

Thanks Uncle Jay...I do not have one for a Hawk in a hunt....but it is worth thinking about it..

Cheers!