A Little Sparrowhawk watched from a Coral Tree in the garden as I had my morning coffee.
Some lines from the Ted Hughes's poem,
"Hawk Roosting" ...
I sit in the top of the wood, my eyes closed
Inaction, no falsifying dream
Between my hooked head and hooked feet:
Or in sleep rehearse perfect kills and eat.
...
My feet are locked upon the rough bark.
It took the whole of Creation
To produce my foot, my each feather:
Now I hold Creation in my foot
...
...
The sun is behind me.
Nothing has changed since I began.
My eye has permitted no change.
I am going to keep things like this.
Click on the pic to read the entire poem.
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