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Friday, September 28, 2012

White Hawk Flies


White hawk flies over the road.
Big flaps of strong slow wings.

When it rose from the trees
at first I thought ibis, then

I saw how round the head,
how curved the beak.

It skims low over the forest
head-down purposeful

heading away from the sea
towards the Border Ranges.
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  1. BarbOctober 5, 2012 at 3:00 AM

    Only once have I seen a white hawk. It circled and circled over a high peak in winter as I was riding a chair lift. It was just after a friend died and I took it as a good omen.

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  2. AnonymousOctober 11, 2012 at 10:21 PM

    This reminds me of the poem "The Hawk" by Scottish poet George Mackay Brown, one of my favourtite poems. This on is excellent too.

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    1. Rosemary Nissen-WadeOctober 11, 2012 at 11:32 PM

      I didn't know that poem but found it by Googling. Thank you, I'm honoured by the comparison. Yes, I think the hawks in the poems are alike.

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