Ten Years Later

The hawk flies high
In the clear blue sky
Reflected in the pool below,
A messenger I know. 

The hawk knows me, 
My husband said
Adding seeds to the feeder,
I am the feeder of birds. 

Now at the poolside,
The wind lifting its wings
The hawk knows me, 
I am the writer of words. 

April 20, 2021

Kristin Moyer

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