Her companion bird
Was the red-tail hawk
So it makes a certain sense
After she passed she would
Reappear as one often
Sited circling the house
We would call to her
And she would come
Perch in some tree
And let us take her picture
Or she would be soaring
In and out of the third heaven
Stretching our necks to partake
Of her glorious flight
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