There was once a hawk who didn't want to fly,
he rather walk to discover what becomes of him on foot,
tired after a while he found a place to perch,
did not mind for whom he was a prey, so there he stood.
Lazy yet powerful,
did not care about life,
until another one of his kind
ran and took place beside him.
Confused, he looked up at the moon,
thinking if he wanted to live his life this way,
suddenly found the power he had within,
then got up, and flew away.
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Written March 7th, 2006
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this is amazing babe!! The imagery...the 'read between the lines' ....the hidden message...it's a brilliant write...and you chose such perfect words to fit it all together!!!
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I'll be first
I'm not sure, but I believe this to be an ode to independence. The hawk seems to have enjoyed being different and alone, and only chose to fly when he was no longer original. This poem surely makes one think...great write!!!
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how come nobody ever read this poem? its been here for a bit
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