spellbound

March 6 - March 10 Week 64/72

frozen into place by the

soul-piercing gaze of a red-tail

then quickly dismissed

not prey, nor a threat

I am allowed to get lost

in soft white breast feathers

patterned and puffed moving

ever so slightly above glinting

needle sharp black talons tightly

gripping the weathered old willow

a glancing look

the shift of a wing

stretch of a leg

a yawn!

an arching back

a flash of its namesake

and the hawk is gone

I reach for my mug of

freshly-brewed coffee

stunned to find it cold