Monday, December 31, 2007

Hawks of the Old Year

I didn't see the hawk first. H called to me as I walked to the restroom. I looked up, blinded by the afternoon sun. Through that haze the outline of something in the tree came through.

We weren't sure at first what we saw. Then I realized it was a hawk. Through the lense it appeared as if it was eating something. We can't be sure's a mystery.

What a beautiful animal...and to see it in the middle of the city is both a joy and a sadness. The feeling is akin to letting go of a New Year. Beauty with sadness. Joy and change. These feelings all begean to mirge into one.


Horacio said...

we should mention that after catching it we decided to keep it as a pet, fuck peta!

Lolabola said...