A Redtail Hawk
Perches the high tree
A barren branch
So she can see
I wonder what
She thinks of me...
Does she know
I'm also free?

She lets loose cries
So sharp & clear
She has no
Melody to hear
Just urgent need
For meat to tear
She has young
To feed & rear.

She's not prone
To ponder. Think.
She acts upon
Pure instinct
To swoop down
Upon her prey
So her young
Will eat today.

Human beings are
Burdened. Bound.
We are tethered
To the ground
Though flight machines
Are built... abound
We still have to
Fly in steel
To the hawk
There's no appeal.

We won't spread
Our wings & fly
From the earth
We view the sky
On this earth
For now we'll be
Only hawks
Perch in high trees.