LOST AND FOUND
ACT 1
The hawks are whistling.
Every morning I listen,
wonder, imagine.
The nest, constructed
in a pignut hickory,
is hidden and safe.
ACT 2
Hawks in the city
remind us we are not far
from the wild. Ever.
Are they as aware
of me as I am of them?
I capture moments:
Whistling and screeing,
piercing dives through tree branches,
perching on our fence.
ACT 3
Every hope broken --
hickory falls in the storm.
Hawk home is destroyed.
Morning after. Sun.
Mournful hawks call tree to tree,
"Our babies...lost...gone."
I hear, on day two...
three hawks! Three means one survived!
Next day I see four!
ACT 4
Listen -- can you hear
hawks in your neighborhood trees?
Listen with your heart.
Wonder -- they survive:
paramount in the food chain,
tree top predators.
Imagine -- next year
remind us we are not far
from the wild. Ever.
Are they as aware
of me as I am of them?
I capture moments:
Whistling and screeing,
piercing dives through tree branches,
perching on our fence.
ACT 3
Every hope broken --
hickory falls in the storm.
Hawk home is destroyed.
Morning after. Sun.
Mournful hawks call tree to tree,
"Our babies...lost...gone."
I hear, on day two...
three hawks! Three means one survived!
Next day I see four!
ACT 4
Listen -- can you hear
hawks in your neighborhood trees?
Listen with your heart.
Wonder -- they survive:
paramount in the food chain,
tree top predators.
Imagine -- next year
another nest, another success...
perhaps in your oak.
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