To the Hawk

By Kathy Elfgen

Trees – along the interstate . . . .

Gold and red and green.

And then my eyes alight upon

The one I love to see.

It’s you – perched there in majesty,

pure stealth in that bare tree.

As I pass, I realize

that you are watching me.

How – do you perceive me, now?

As friend - or foe - or prey?

I wish I’d have a chance, per chance,

to discuss it with you today.

Brother Hawk….

if I would stop and sit awhile

beneath that tree you’re in,

would you stay – commune with me?

I long to be your friend.