Today, while driving, I noticed a red-tailed hawk.
He was perched magnificent, like a king on the telephone wire.
The green fields and bare-leafed woods seemed peaceful
like the calm before the storm.
Small creatures, scurrying, slithering about, unaware of the keen eye
searching for its next prey.
(This reminded me of a favorite book, Arrowhawk by Lola Shaefer, based on a real story.)