The red-tailed hawk is back
I caught her flying west
And then she returned
Heading east as though
She'd just gone to fetch something
Was it my gaze her eyes
Were seeking making sure
I knew she was there
I like to think we have
That kind of contact
When intelligence isn't enough
And the heart must assert
The privilege of her presence
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