The Hawk Poem by Justin Reamer

As I was walking from my dorm
On a Sunday afternoon,
I saw a hawk
Glide from above the trees
And perch itself on a branch above my head.

I saw it, and it looked at me,
And it stared me in the eye,
And I had a connection with it,
And something made me think.

I approached the hawk,
And, as I got closer,
I realised that it never
Flew away,
But just leered at me,
As if waiting to see what
I would do,
To make sure I was not going to attack it.

As I approached the hawk,
I saw its marvelous beauty,
For it had a great shape,
And a great eye,
For noticing everything in its path.

It was brown like the colour of gold,
And it stood strong and tall,
And its eyes were a golden brown,
Indicating the pride it had.
Its wings were folded,
And it stood tall on its feet,
And it knew what it was,
And that nothing was going to get in its way.

I knew that the hawk was proud,
Proud and very strong,
And nothing was going to make him
Back down from where he stood.

I knew the majesty he had,
As he held his meal in his foot,
For he had caught the squirrel,
And killed it,
And nothing would take it from him.

I realised he was God's creation,
And he lived just as I did,
And I learned to love God more,
And it reminded me of Him all the more.

I walked on,
In further contemplation,
For the hawk
Was there and
Then it flew away,
To make its point accurate.