Gentleman Hawk

What a magnificent flight,

she thought,

watching him wheel

ahead of the gathering storm.

Does he tremble inside too,

she wondered,

with the possibility of not making it across in time?

Could he carry my words,

she hoped,

singing along with his tune

over mountains far away?

What long days,

she thought,

gone too soon

leaving her clutching just a feather.

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