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Hawk

November 16, 2014Jeff

(Image credit: Michael Horn)

(Image credit: Michael Horn)

The red-tailed hawk swooped,
snatched a gray squirrel. Red tearing—
this, too, is lovely.

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2 thoughts on “Hawk”

spanishwoods says:

I love this. Love the writing.

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November 16, 2014 at 3:05 pm
Jeff says:

Thanks Sylvia, I’m happy you liked it.

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November 17, 2014 at 5:45 pm

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