And still the hawk believed

he was not alone

in the treeless jungle

he built his nest on

for there were beasts

of the most unnatural forms

speeding and honking

and flying and falling

all around him.

 

They cried as he did

a cry unlike his,

booming and loud

and deafening.

 

They cried all day

and all night,

all the same pleas.

I am alone.

I am alone.

I am alone.

 

I am not,

the hawk thought

as he towered above them,

miniscule in size.

Not of the same feathers,

but of the same fears,

he slept in the comfort

of all of their tears

Advertisements

One thought on “The Hawk’s Lullaby

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s