I.
the sun rose to greet you
on mid-july morning.
the lasting sounds of
night owls moving off to sleep.
above, a brooding hawk
spots his mid-morning meal.
II.
as the heat waves create
ripples in the black sea,
the eagle is perched
on a low limb over 1,000
Acre Lake, hoping for
presence of rain.
III.
at dusk, the brooding hawk
returns hungry to his nest.
the eagle nestles in the
meadow five miles off;
the owl glides seamlessly
through the darkening sky.
IIII.
at midnight, the silent owl
watches you from the
branches five stories up,
waiting once more for
the sun to rise.
*written for "series with theme," poetry class, spring 2010.
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