Soaring above the clouds
the hawk is a predator unseen
Flying on the winds of life–and death
Golden eyes keenly spy its prey
And life evolves another day.
a hawk
to soar above the buildings
full of brick and mortar and metal
a hawk
to pass the fog
to pass through the clouds of smog
a hawk
to fly past all the crime
to fly past all the hate
a hawk
there, here, there
A hawk flew over head. It released an earpiercing squawk. What did this mean. Was it an omen of the gods. A message sent to set me free of the shackles the bind me.
A hawk is a huge, kind of scary form of a bird. I’m not sure if it’s actually a bird, maybe it’s one of those weird exception things where you’d think it was a bird but it’s not. I’m trying to think of an example but all that’s coming to mind is penguins.
Circling high in the sky, the hawk eyed his prey. With a precise flap of his wings, he began his descent, falling through the sky towards his target below.
Hawk’s to me are the ruler’s of the sky. They circle endlessly everywhere…or maybe that’s eagles. I can never tell the difference between birds, I just know I am fond of their music.
“The bird-man cometh,” she thought to herself, as the salesman pulled up to her store. A strange whisp of memories gone by, of unknown experiences, drifted from his horse as he popped to the ground. His strange helmet added to his general oddity, having been assembled from the petrified remains of an unusually large bird.
“Milady,” started the man, “I have such wonders to show you! Let me but begin to ….”
“Stop it right now, Frank,” asserted the woman. Standing on her porch with arms crossed, Mary challenged, “I dont know why you think I’ll buy any of your stuff. I know you stole it from the Mercury Wallows.”
“You are quite mistaken, Mary! I’ve done nothing of the kind,” defended Frank, standing by his steed.
Pulling out the warrant for Frank’s arrest, Mary read aloud “… wanted for damages in the amount of one million dollars.”
“This rather suggests otherwise,” said Mary, as she pulled out her shotgun.
“… Ah, but look at the time,” responded Frank. “I believe I need to feed my steed! I’d best be going.”
I always see hawks when we go outside for gym. Someone points it out, soaring high in the sky. I look up and am mesmerized by its beauty. A smile falls on my lips and I exhale. Then a frisbee hits me in the face.
flying animal predator of the sky it attacks prey like snakes feild mice and other small rodent like animals. It has a large wingspan, they can be trained in fact there are places full of trained birds.
I can feel those eyes on my burning cheek, scrutinizing, making out every line of my face, even the inner linings of my heart. They’re always watching me, every step I take into the dark; and for the first time, I’m afraid.
hawk, the hawk. i have never seen one in my life. i swear. i don’t think i even know what it look likes. am i weird because of that??? :| hm. i don’t think i am. so, there.
i once drove directly beneath one
it was one of the only times in my short memory where i think time slowed to a peaceful, swift motion.
it took just a moment with its open wings along with the breeze of my passing awe to remind me
there are still wonderful things
The hawk on the wing
Lords over all
He looks down on all creatures
both big and small
On the most small he judges
Who lives and who dies
Only by looking
Down with his keen eyes
the hawk soared into the pale blue sky and hovered about 100 yards above the cool earth. The wind made his wings move from left to right as he sat almost still looking for his next meal. His eyes
I will buy whatever you have, so don’t try so hard to sell it to me. As you swoop in with your marketing campaigns, I only see your bright hidden smile underneath your fake lying smile. As you falsely wink at me, I notice the curve of your lashes.
Hawk Hawk! Flying soaring above. Big bird of prey, rather cool (unless you’re a mouse…) Something… majestetic about them. Dunno, guess cool birds owns!
the eyes are on me again. I can feel them, boring into my back. I keep my head down. DOn’t look. Don’t look. Just keep moving. Grab the grain and go. I hear the wings against the air. the down draft pushes me to the ground. RUN RUN RUN.
Trade something for what it’s worth, a feather a sliver. Of just a little bit of hope and the smallest amount of rain. We waited for our dreams to fly away and found we were left with nothing more than a symbol of what was once meant to be great.
He soared through the sky, a fearless hawk, stalking his prey with the merciless nature that only a beast can possess. Little did he know that he himself was observed, from a seemingly insignificant figure far below, and that soon an arrow, so slim and elegant an instrument of death, would pierce his side and send him tumbling down to the rocks below.
a very strange bird that flies around in the sky a lot. it is similar to eagles, in that it preys upon living creatures. Beware this strange creature, for in the middle of the night it comes…
a hawk is a bird of prey, its main meals are small animals, fish and the human hand that sticks out to try to welcome it to land there. That really pisses them off.
was das heißen soll… tony hawk, so ein springseilkünstler, bloß ohne springseil, sondern mit skateboard, also mit dem brett vorm kopf unter den füßen, das ist enorm, das will ich auch, ist doch praktisch oder nicht?
I am coughing up words
like I, and am, and sorry.
I am choking on bile{regret}
and you stare with hawk eyes.
You are no better than I made you
sharp, cold, broken, glass in my palm.
I will squeeze you in my hands
unyielding, I will break now.
A bird sees a hawk in the sky. It flies away. Hawks are power. With the spread of a wing, a million feathers are lost, fluttering away, scared. I’m not a hawk.
up in the sky so high, you are free. wings out, feathers flowing in the wind, sun beating on your small frame. am i envious of these creatures? perhaps. they are beautiful, free, and can fly. who wouldn’t wish for such a life? especially when life seems so complicated and overwhelming at times. to get away from it all would be amazing. to be free, to be a hawk, just soaring in the sky.
Soaring above the clouds
the hawk is a predator unseen
Flying on the winds of life–and death
Golden eyes keenly spy its prey
And life evolves another day.
The hawk circled around in the sky like a lazy old buzzard. Riding the wind with the others. ominous.
just another summer day.
a hawk
to soar above the buildings
full of brick and mortar and metal
a hawk
to pass the fog
to pass through the clouds of smog
a hawk
to fly past all the crime
to fly past all the hate
a hawk
there, here, there
To hawk newspapers, to hawk an idea, visions of someone just yelling in your face, Buy this! Buy this! Rather a negative connotation.
A hawk flew over head. It released an earpiercing squawk. What did this mean. Was it an omen of the gods. A message sent to set me free of the shackles the bind me.
A hawk is a huge, kind of scary form of a bird. I’m not sure if it’s actually a bird, maybe it’s one of those weird exception things where you’d think it was a bird but it’s not. I’m trying to think of an example but all that’s coming to mind is penguins.
fly fly fly and fall down. His wings were not wax but sunshine burned them
Circling high in the sky, the hawk eyed his prey. With a precise flap of his wings, he began his descent, falling through the sky towards his target below.
Hawk’s to me are the ruler’s of the sky. They circle endlessly everywhere…or maybe that’s eagles. I can never tell the difference between birds, I just know I am fond of their music.
…….My friend died four days ago….
“The bird-man cometh,” she thought to herself, as the salesman pulled up to her store. A strange whisp of memories gone by, of unknown experiences, drifted from his horse as he popped to the ground. His strange helmet added to his general oddity, having been assembled from the petrified remains of an unusually large bird.
“Milady,” started the man, “I have such wonders to show you! Let me but begin to ….”
“Stop it right now, Frank,” asserted the woman. Standing on her porch with arms crossed, Mary challenged, “I dont know why you think I’ll buy any of your stuff. I know you stole it from the Mercury Wallows.”
“You are quite mistaken, Mary! I’ve done nothing of the kind,” defended Frank, standing by his steed.
Pulling out the warrant for Frank’s arrest, Mary read aloud “… wanted for damages in the amount of one million dollars.”
“This rather suggests otherwise,” said Mary, as she pulled out her shotgun.
“… Ah, but look at the time,” responded Frank. “I believe I need to feed my steed! I’d best be going.”
“Quite,” replied Mary.
straight to my face. He was facing me throught those brand new thick lenses.
do i look ok?
(yeah sure, like a blinded hawk)
I always see hawks when we go outside for gym. Someone points it out, soaring high in the sky. I look up and am mesmerized by its beauty. A smile falls on my lips and I exhale. Then a frisbee hits me in the face.
i asked for a sparrowhawk for Christmas. But they said no. Wonder why.
flying animal predator of the sky it attacks prey like snakes feild mice and other small rodent like animals. It has a large wingspan, they can be trained in fact there are places full of trained birds.
I can feel those eyes on my burning cheek, scrutinizing, making out every line of my face, even the inner linings of my heart. They’re always watching me, every step I take into the dark; and for the first time, I’m afraid.
On silent wings the hawk soars high above the earth. Silently she drifts up trhough the thermals… hunting
circles above my head. No halo no winds… just the flight of a keen sighted being…looking down on me.
hawk, the hawk. i have never seen one in my life. i swear. i don’t think i even know what it look likes. am i weird because of that??? :| hm. i don’t think i am. so, there.
Black as night the Hawk’s eyes peered at me lying bleeding, hurt.
i once drove directly beneath one
it was one of the only times in my short memory where i think time slowed to a peaceful, swift motion.
it took just a moment with its open wings along with the breeze of my passing awe to remind me
there are still wonderful things
The hawk on the wing
Lords over all
He looks down on all creatures
both big and small
On the most small he judges
Who lives and who dies
Only by looking
Down with his keen eyes
the hawk soared into the pale blue sky and hovered about 100 yards above the cool earth. The wind made his wings move from left to right as he sat almost still looking for his next meal. His eyes
I will buy whatever you have, so don’t try so hard to sell it to me. As you swoop in with your marketing campaigns, I only see your bright hidden smile underneath your fake lying smile. As you falsely wink at me, I notice the curve of your lashes.
Hawk Hawk! Flying soaring above. Big bird of prey, rather cool (unless you’re a mouse…) Something… majestetic about them. Dunno, guess cool birds owns!
the eyes are on me again. I can feel them, boring into my back. I keep my head down. DOn’t look. Don’t look. Just keep moving. Grab the grain and go. I hear the wings against the air. the down draft pushes me to the ground. RUN RUN RUN.
Trade something for what it’s worth, a feather a sliver. Of just a little bit of hope and the smallest amount of rain. We waited for our dreams to fly away and found we were left with nothing more than a symbol of what was once meant to be great.
He soared through the sky, a fearless hawk, stalking his prey with the merciless nature that only a beast can possess. Little did he know that he himself was observed, from a seemingly insignificant figure far below, and that soon an arrow, so slim and elegant an instrument of death, would pierce his side and send him tumbling down to the rocks below.
a very strange bird that flies around in the sky a lot. it is similar to eagles, in that it preys upon living creatures. Beware this strange creature, for in the middle of the night it comes…
a hawk is a bird of prey, its main meals are small animals, fish and the human hand that sticks out to try to welcome it to land there. That really pisses them off.
hawk. from the ledge he sits and waits.
but mice know better than to run around in broad daylight.
they’re thankful for the shadows.
was das heißen soll… tony hawk, so ein springseilkünstler, bloß ohne springseil, sondern mit skateboard, also mit dem brett vorm kopf unter den füßen, das ist enorm, das will ich auch, ist doch praktisch oder nicht?
I am coughing up words
like I, and am, and sorry.
I am choking on bile{regret}
and you stare with hawk eyes.
You are no better than I made you
sharp, cold, broken, glass in my palm.
I will squeeze you in my hands
unyielding, I will break now.
Waiting and waiting for the longest time, I turn around and this person has eyes routed on my face, watching like a hawk. What are they hoping to see?
the hawk wheeled through the azure sky, crying for it’s prey, looking for it’s victim, hunting for its next meal
A bird sees a hawk in the sky. It flies away. Hawks are power. With the spread of a wing, a million feathers are lost, fluttering away, scared. I’m not a hawk.
A week ago was the first day i saw the poor kid trying to hawk a wrist watch. He’s not there today but the watch i see on the hand of a colleague.
I saw a beautiful bird fly overhead one day. “A Hawk!” my son shouted. Indeed, it was.
I wanna be lyk a hawk… shaRp-brained…. keen-eYed… sOunds fUn!
To be mOre precise i wna be a dEtective wd hawk instinCts.. :D
up in the sky so high, you are free. wings out, feathers flowing in the wind, sun beating on your small frame. am i envious of these creatures? perhaps. they are beautiful, free, and can fly. who wouldn’t wish for such a life? especially when life seems so complicated and overwhelming at times. to get away from it all would be amazing. to be free, to be a hawk, just soaring in the sky.