Another Poem Hawk Against a endless blue sky Comes a golden-eyed hawk, Sweeping fear into the hearts of prey. Elegance and grace, no man can compare. A head colored like the setting sun, wings laced with golden fire. And he sits in the trees, watching and waiting. Then as silent as the coming wind He swoops down and catches his prey. Talons as sharp as razors, curved and black as night, a bill as sharp as knives colored russet, tipped with black. His golden eyes see far, far beyond the human vision. Against a cloudless blue sky, endless like the ocean sea, is that golden-eyed hawk.