As I drove past a field of new winter wheat I saw a hawk standing in the center clutching prey. The moment was arresting

Eternal Cycle

Green winter wheat
A hawk holding prey
The mouse dead
The hawk alive
the wheat from seed to leaf
all as it should be

Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-05-11 at 20:54

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Some of my own most arresting moments were when my eyes, breath and heart were held in the talons of a hawk. One escapes, but not entirely. I (and Jeffers) know exactly how you felt.