Jerry Ferraz

The Cry

All day long this hawk has been crying circling and circling over the hills and ravines searching everywhere it seems what's the matter I wonder has he lost his mate lost his mind talking with a neighbor says he's never seen such weird behavior kinda spooky it's shadow creeps over the tree tops what's left of our redwoods those guardian spirits fumbling with my shades one lens pops out according to my book of dreams this means bad luck but I don't believe it its all these bozos with their guns and off-road vehicles ripping up the landscape shooting everything that moves instead of getting angry I follow my beautiful dog Ivy with her smiling eyes and shining coat into a blooming meadow and to a scattering of feathers in the grass signs of a struggle in the air a fight beween a hawk and a small kite no doubt who won this one my dog got it right It was the cry of victory we heard that afternoon not the misfortune I had assumed but a blessing now I understand things fall apart as if waking from a dream all the vain imaginings of the mind float off down stream and I find myself alone putting a sacred feather on the dashboard I head for home. © Jerry Ferraz , June 2011

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