Silent Hawk on seasoned wing
Soaring high on zephyrs tide
Radiant night, his heart doth sing
The glories of his future bride
Swift his press on careless prey
There's no pleasure in his take
Life for life prolongs his day
Quick these actions for his sake
But matters of the heart take time
This patient hawk knows how to wait
To rush its' season would be a crime
For it's never early, never late
Silent Hawk on tempered wing
Soars yet high on zephyrs rise
Knowing the appointed day will bring
The gift of his most cherished prize















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