The Hawk
The hawk watched intently, even posing for me, shifting positions on its perch to offer a different view of its beauty. At one point, our eyes locked. It seemed as if the hawk was looking into my soul, my very being. It was a “wow” moment.
The hawk watched intently, even posing for me, shifting positions on its perch to offer a different view of its beauty. At one point, our eyes locked. It seemed as if the hawk was looking into my soul, my very being. It was a “wow” moment.