Hawk

 

January 17, 2021

My red-shouldered hawk hunched in the black walnut beyond the fence this morning, so fluffed up I took him at first for an owl. He sat so he looked north, mostly, seeing what and thinking what I’d like to know. A flock of migrating robins shared his tree for a while. They seemed not to be afraid, except they all perched so to be looking at him.

Wrote hugely on DSLLD. Wrote grad school recommendations. I wonder if they’ll be my last batch. 

TP says of OBN: Finished this one yesterday. Really enjoyed the mix of history, mythology, and romance.  One writes in order to start a dialog. In my experience it never works that way.