Hawks Over Eagle Lake

While walking the carriage road this afternoon, large shadows crossed my path. I looked up and counted ten hawks passing by. Later, while on Connor's Nubble, two hawks made a number of drive-bys. It's always thrilling to watch a hawk soaring BELOW you. While nestled in the cranny of a clff, I started writing this little ditty:

Hawks Over Eagle Lake

Two hawks come roiling by,
their wings a sandstone brown
and scalloped like the teeth
of plows. They shovel down
within the wind and lift
the air, letting it sift
between their feathered grates
seeking a golden prey,
prospecting far-flung sky
while turning ground away.