[Hover thee, hawk]

Hover thee, hawk
‘though thou plan to dive
and pluck my heart –
circle, yes, yet once more
as my thoughts dance
’round in imitation –
in fervent intent –
tighter at times
but never so sharp
as thy beak
O circumscriber-
if only one clear-sighted hawk
could speak

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