Lone hawk

‘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

My Little Angel Got Her Wings Today

Dropped off my youngest one in college today and drove back to an empty house.
Eons ago,  no
Barely seems to be
A fleeting moment
In time, when
One evening not so long ago
Sweetest little angel
Visited my home
Her wings clipped
But her beautiful smile
Would make me fly
Tried my best
To nurture
A journey
Not always easy
Ups and downs
Smiles and heartbreaks
But never a
Dull moment
She got her wings
Today
Ready to fly
Wish her to
Fly so high
Free
With eyes focussed
On her goals
Even the mighty eagle
Needs a branch from time to time
To come down and rest
When my sweet little angel
Tired and wants to rest
These old shoulders
Will be waiting
These old hands
Still strong to embrace
To give her a
Well deserved rest and a pat on the back