The hawk danced on the evening sky. He let go of my hand to point at it, but then took it right back again. I nodded and wondered if the stars would come out soon. I wondered if the sun would set in the west again tonight, and if i would ever see this boy again. Hard to believe we’d both be going to college. But I suppose that’s how things go.
A hawk, just like any bird is not a prisoner of his surroundings. They are free to roam about as they please. Here one day, gone the next – they are the the ever-moving travelers.
Soaring above the landscape with wings outspread, the hawk surveys the ground for a morsel to satisfy it’s need to feed. With blinding speed it sweeps to the surface to collect the reward for it’s watchful eyes.
the word hawk automatically intimidates me. it paints pictures of the color brown and widely spread wings and some sort of danger. the word is so short and sharp and clean cut. but i love nature, all the same.
Soaring, reigning over the forest below. He is in charge here in his domain.
Superior to the others.
The question is:
How superior will he be when he leaves?
I saw it flying though the sky on the way home. It reminded me of me – well, that would be a noble thing to say. Hawks kill for food, I kill for whatever reasons my brain make up. I’m not a hawk, I’m just a murderer. I’m nothing special.
We always called him Hawk; when he was little his nose was bigger than anything on the rest of his body and the tufts of brownish hair at the back of his neck just added to it. He was my best friend, if you could call him that. He always seemed to undermine everything thing that I did. I think that I had something to change things though.
you were the only one i could really count on. you held me up when it mattered most, but you were always ready to drown me should i over step the trusted barriers that had been put into place. always watching like a hawk, always by me like a shadow.
Reminds me of a book — My Side of the Mountain. I loved that book when I was a kid… but I didn’t like the sequels very much. Anyway, my favorite animals are great birds, like the bald eagle, or a hawk, or a peregrine falcon (hence the book recollection). “Eyes like a hawk!” “Alonso Hawk!!”
bird of prey. flies. where? everywhere. or maybe i just flies in the same area. why not fly everywhere though? why doesn’t everyone just fly everywhere? anyone can.
There is a hawk, flying above me, soaring through the sky. We are so earthbound, us humans, and I envy the hawk as it swoops and whirls in the air above me, searching for prey on the ground below. I want to leap into the air and join him in his odyssey
one time while I was staying with my grandmother last summer, I was in the kitchen with my grandfather and I saw a hawk on the fence. Then all of a sudden it flew at me and crashed into the window. I looked up the meaning of it in indian symbolism, it meant messenger.
the hawk flew down and swooped up the elephant. it dropped it off in my hat and i invited it to dinner. my boyfriend kicked the elephant and i cried. i decided to die. right then and there.
the hawk looked down from his high perch, scoping the land for his next meal.
as its keen eyes picked up on some lonesome movement in the plains, his brain had already begun to operate his powerful wings.
hawks are one of hte most majestic creatures on the earth, their wingspand is very large and expansive. they do shed their feahters at certain intervals during the seasson but not as often as youd think
Her eyes were like a hawk’s. Or, they used to be. Now Delilah lay there, blind and grasping. Always grasping. Searching for a hand to hold as she went around.
Sometimes she felt around when she thought no one was looking. She touched her own face, massaging her eyes as if doing so would restore the vision she so sorely missed. Her sight had been everything to her. And now she had nothing left.
I remember seeing hawks with my dad in Texas. I never particularly liked hawks, other than seeing them meant that A) I was out of the city and the suburbs, and B) I had my dad all to myself for a Saturday. Now, I love hawks and what they represent.
A MAJESTIC BIRD
EATS BUNNIES
MEAN
COOL LOOKING
IN MY BACKYARD
WHY AM I DOING THIS WHEN I SHOULD BE STUDYING
OMG THE TIMER IS RUNNING OUT.. HAHAHA
UGHHHHHHHHHH HAWK IS LIKE WKAH
KAWH HWAK KAHW
DURRRRRRRR I WANNA SEE WHAT OTHER PPL WRITE
why am i in caps? hahahahaha wtff.
She goes the distance for the ones she loves. She often goes the long way home and finds herself amongst the most beautiful rivers and valleys. She would do anything and everything for her young. She remembers a time when she had to make the first step and the first leap.
She goes the distance for the ones she loves. She often goes the long way home and finds herself amongst the most beautiful rivers and valleys. She would do anything and everything for her young. She remembers a time when she had to make the first step and the first leap. It’s
Once upon a time, there was a hawk that flew down upon a mouse, and as it was about to eat it, the mouse looked up at it and with a questioning look, asked “Why?”
The hawk was a mean creature of fowl temper, and ferocious bite. It perched atop a telephone pole, its beady eyes glaring down at all of those who dared enter its view– and not many did. More often than not, it was the tortoise that fell prey to its temper.
It swooped down to catch its prey. A seemingless harmless rabbit. But what the hawk didn’t know was that the rabbit’s family now had no provider. Not that he cared, but the rabbit’s family would.
Just woke up from a nap
I got my hawk eyes on the computer screen
you would think it was a mile away
but I’m just living the dream of homework
and hand grenades.
The hawk settled on to my forearm, screeching in a soft and moderate tone as it tore it’s beak into the lifeless form of the mouse gripped by my fingers. With slow and controlled visible movements I moved my other hand in front of the hawk to see that I held nothing of threat before stroking the top of his head.
I saw a hawk fly overhead. It’s a sunny day, hot, all the animals are keeping to the shade, ‘cept the birds, flyin’ every which way to keep cool, keep a breeze in their wings.
Mean birds that eat baby ducks that didn’t do anything wrong. They should all be dead because they eat little thigns that are helpless! There are too many of them in Eufaula!!
Hawk of beauty flying in the sky boy do I envy thee
you see that which I wish I could see, my dreams across the sky
Hawk of beauty I wish to be thee so.
Hawk of greatness, regal and free.
The hawk danced on the evening sky. He let go of my hand to point at it, but then took it right back again. I nodded and wondered if the stars would come out soon. I wondered if the sun would set in the west again tonight, and if i would ever see this boy again. Hard to believe we’d both be going to college. But I suppose that’s how things go.
A hawk, just like any bird is not a prisoner of his surroundings. They are free to roam about as they please. Here one day, gone the next – they are the the ever-moving travelers.
a big bird; try to sell aggressively; hawkers on the street make good sales.
Soaring above the landscape with wings outspread, the hawk surveys the ground for a morsel to satisfy it’s need to feed. With blinding speed it sweeps to the surface to collect the reward for it’s watchful eyes.
the word hawk automatically intimidates me. it paints pictures of the color brown and widely spread wings and some sort of danger. the word is so short and sharp and clean cut. but i love nature, all the same.
Soaring, reigning over the forest below. He is in charge here in his domain.
Superior to the others.
The question is:
How superior will he be when he leaves?
Blank. I can feel it.
I saw it flying though the sky on the way home. It reminded me of me – well, that would be a noble thing to say. Hawks kill for food, I kill for whatever reasons my brain make up. I’m not a hawk, I’m just a murderer. I’m nothing special.
We always called him Hawk; when he was little his nose was bigger than anything on the rest of his body and the tufts of brownish hair at the back of his neck just added to it. He was my best friend, if you could call him that. He always seemed to undermine everything thing that I did. I think that I had something to change things though.
I know a hawk from a handsaw.
He was pretentious, like a hawk on a summer’s day, full of pomp and energy. He was able, and skilled. He slept on throughout the evening.
the hawk soared down and ate a rabbit, it said yummy rabbit you make good dinner, then tony hawk ollied out of nowhere and squished them both. the end
peering down from the sky, tonight’s dinner fell to their knees and looked back at their footprints in the sand. His spirit was broken, yum.
he flew,
flew,
fell.
like an amazing
hawk,
he flew,
flew,
fell.
you were the only one i could really count on. you held me up when it mattered most, but you were always ready to drown me should i over step the trusted barriers that had been put into place. always watching like a hawk, always by me like a shadow.
bird of prey flying high above in the great blue sky’s. watching from above. picking out what it sees to eat.
It was when James was caught peeking though her window, he realised he really needs to find a better way to watch LOST
the hawk watched and steadily gazed upon its prey
in a sweift swoop that creatures life has ended
and the hawk cries in victory
i am not the hawk
Reminds me of a book — My Side of the Mountain. I loved that book when I was a kid… but I didn’t like the sequels very much. Anyway, my favorite animals are great birds, like the bald eagle, or a hawk, or a peregrine falcon (hence the book recollection). “Eyes like a hawk!” “Alonso Hawk!!”
bird of prey. flies. where? everywhere. or maybe i just flies in the same area. why not fly everywhere though? why doesn’t everyone just fly everywhere? anyone can.
There is a hawk, flying above me, soaring through the sky. We are so earthbound, us humans, and I envy the hawk as it swoops and whirls in the air above me, searching for prey on the ground below. I want to leap into the air and join him in his odyssey
one time while I was staying with my grandmother last summer, I was in the kitchen with my grandfather and I saw a hawk on the fence. Then all of a sudden it flew at me and crashed into the window. I looked up the meaning of it in indian symbolism, it meant messenger.
the hawk flew down and swooped up the elephant. it dropped it off in my hat and i invited it to dinner. my boyfriend kicked the elephant and i cried. i decided to die. right then and there.
the hawk looked down from his high perch, scoping the land for his next meal.
as its keen eyes picked up on some lonesome movement in the plains, his brain had already begun to operate his powerful wings.
hawks are one of hte most majestic creatures on the earth, their wingspand is very large and expansive. they do shed their feahters at certain intervals during the seasson but not as often as youd think
Her eyes were like a hawk’s. Or, they used to be. Now Delilah lay there, blind and grasping. Always grasping. Searching for a hand to hold as she went around.
Sometimes she felt around when she thought no one was looking. She touched her own face, massaging her eyes as if doing so would restore the vision she so sorely missed. Her sight had been everything to her. And now she had nothing left.
I remember seeing hawks with my dad in Texas. I never particularly liked hawks, other than seeing them meant that A) I was out of the city and the suburbs, and B) I had my dad all to myself for a Saturday. Now, I love hawks and what they represent.
A MAJESTIC BIRD
EATS BUNNIES
MEAN
COOL LOOKING
IN MY BACKYARD
WHY AM I DOING THIS WHEN I SHOULD BE STUDYING
OMG THE TIMER IS RUNNING OUT.. HAHAHA
UGHHHHHHHHHH HAWK IS LIKE WKAH
KAWH HWAK KAHW
DURRRRRRRR I WANNA SEE WHAT OTHER PPL WRITE
why am i in caps? hahahahaha wtff.
She goes the distance for the ones she loves. She often goes the long way home and finds herself amongst the most beautiful rivers and valleys. She would do anything and everything for her young. She remembers a time when she had to make the first step and the first leap.
She goes the distance for the ones she loves. She often goes the long way home and finds herself amongst the most beautiful rivers and valleys. She would do anything and everything for her young. She remembers a time when she had to make the first step and the first leap. It’s
Once upon a time, there was a hawk that flew down upon a mouse, and as it was about to eat it, the mouse looked up at it and with a questioning look, asked “Why?”
I saw a hawk flying low in the sky. What beauty! What grace. I stood and watched it circle round and round. I wanted to join it on its journey.
The hawk was a mean creature of fowl temper, and ferocious bite. It perched atop a telephone pole, its beady eyes glaring down at all of those who dared enter its view– and not many did. More often than not, it was the tortoise that fell prey to its temper.
It swooped down to catch its prey. A seemingless harmless rabbit. But what the hawk didn’t know was that the rabbit’s family now had no provider. Not that he cared, but the rabbit’s family would.
Just woke up from a nap
I got my hawk eyes on the computer screen
you would think it was a mile away
but I’m just living the dream of homework
and hand grenades.
I already wrote about this…..
The hawk settled on to my forearm, screeching in a soft and moderate tone as it tore it’s beak into the lifeless form of the mouse gripped by my fingers. With slow and controlled visible movements I moved my other hand in front of the hawk to see that I held nothing of threat before stroking the top of his head.
I saw a hawk fly overhead. It’s a sunny day, hot, all the animals are keeping to the shade, ‘cept the birds, flyin’ every which way to keep cool, keep a breeze in their wings.
Mean birds that eat baby ducks that didn’t do anything wrong. They should all be dead because they eat little thigns that are helpless! There are too many of them in Eufaula!!