Hawk Roosting
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This is a bit of a departure to say the least but in keeping with the natural theme. I hope I don't offend anyone, but I was really struck by the hawk's single-mindedness as he bent over his prey.
Feathers were scattered all over the neighbor's lawns.
Update: He's landed in my backyard... I hope he's not eyeing my birds!
Hawk Roosting ~ Ted Hughes ~ 1960
I sit in the top of the wood, my eyes closed.
Inaction, no falsifying dream
Between my hooked head and hooked feet:
Or in sleep rehearse perfect kills and eat.
The convenience of the high trees!
The air's buoyancy and the sun's ray
Are of advantage to me;
And the earth's face upward for my inspection.
My feet are locked upon the rough bark.
It took the whole of Creation
To produce my foot, my each feather:
Now I hold Creation in my foot
Or fly up, and revolve it all slowly -
I kill where I please because it is all mine.
There is no sophistry in my body:
My manners are tearing off heads -
The allotment of death.
For the one path of my flight is direct
Through the bones of the living.
No arguments assert my right:
The sun is behind me.
Nothing has changed since I began.
My eye has permitted no change.
I am going to keep things like this.
- 6
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- Nikon D7000
- 1/100
- f/5.0
- 340mm
- 1000
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