‘Suddenly I saw the cold and rook-delighting heaven’ – WB Yeats
Sitting on his golden perch
The war hawk screeches shrill
He has all, hungry still
Wants to lord over all
What he needs, he snatches
By hook or by crook
It’s all he can think
His rookery well cared for
Tries to rob other all
Clowning hyenas are his retinue
Eager to jump on carrions
Hell bent on changing landscapes
Scarred earth littered with destruction
Honesty, integrity not his strength
Lone hawk perched on rooftop
Contemplates fall of mighty eagle
Those endowed strength by nature
Don’t need false drum rolls
Fall of the coward weasel
Nary a sound it makes
Beneath contempt of mighty hawk
Gliding effortlessly observing it all
Swooping down on his prey
Grabbing food for the day
Mighty wings braving the cold
Lone hawk, brave and bold
Flies away, sight to behold
This poem is in response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month (November) with Yeats Challenge day Six
Fleeting Muse 
Ah, you have a hierarchy of nobility in the animal world. I think weasels are pretty brave. They’re certainly ferocious and fight with foxes. Cats won’t go near them if they’ve any sense. There’s a sense of indifference about your hawk though. Majestic certainly, but everything seems to come too easily for it, rather like those born wealthy.
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Killing rodents and stealing poultries. Brave indeed when confronted but devious. Characteristic similar to some modern day famous person☺
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I don’t admire them. Hawks do what they have to do. Politicians do what they choose to do 🙂
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Now you are talking.
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🙂
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