Spread your wings young bird,
Go forth,
Make haste,
Take flight.
Clever hawk,
Eyes so bright
Big wings,
To span the skies at night
Grace and beauty are you,
This angel of the skies,
Like an arrow in the air,
Towards your prey you dive.
What’s this?
Struck by the humans,
Shot down in her prime,
With young to feed,
A life to lead,
Silly human pride.
Please tell me what you think
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The title could lead the reader to think the poem is about a certain night in the life of a hawk. The poem beneath it depicts the extinguishing of the life of the hawk, so maybe night refers to the enclosing darkness as the life is destroyed. Or that there is a type of hawk which flies at night, which could be "the birds of the nightjar family in the New World subfamily Chordeilinae."
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nighthawk
The first line is very hopeful, sounding like a command issued by the creator, or someone watching the fledgling hawk.
The last line ridicules the hubris of man, the destroyer. While possibly not the intention of the poet, there is a very well known painting by Edward Hopper and a film perhaps also referring to the painting, inspired by "a restaurant on New York’s Greenwich Avenue where two streets meet." The diner has since been destroyed, but the image, with its carefully constructed composition and lack of narrative, has a timeless quality that transcends any particular location."
http://www.artic.edu/artaccess/AA_Modern/pages/MOD_7.shtml
I enjoy the way the poem, like the fowl it describes, in its rhythm seems to fly this way and that, first line(2nd by AP's scheme) trochaic, ninth line iambic, tenth shifting from trochaic to iambic mid-verse.
The long i assonance in the poem lend much to the thoughts of the viewing eye, the open sky, the process to die, the reader's sigh of sadness. This reviewer has no idea but that there is little or nothing to improve on this fine free verse.
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