Out of the crystal sky the hawk circled looking for it’s prey. The girl had sensed many hours ago that something was tracking her so she had taken precautions … she wore rain coloured clothing and moved slowly among the bracken.
stephen hawking was superman. i never really watched superman though I was more of a fan of batman. batman was a total badass. he had the rough history and was actually incredibly intelligeng PLUS was super sexy. i never was into the tight.
I have already written about a hawk: JonathonToews, who leads the NHL in points this post season and looks to bring Chicago its first Stanley Cup since 1961.
she wore a hawk feather hat. Is that even allowed? Aren’t they in danger or something, or is that falcons? What about eagles? Would eagle feather be less bold? I shoudl know this.
there was a blank hawk in the sky that looked down and decided to kill it’s prey. the prey was out searching for food for his family – a little fox – a new father – trying to make his new little family safe and secure and healthy with some good food. but when the hawk swooped down, it took the fox for a loop and the fox
hawk was definitely the word of yesterday, because i definitely already wrote about it, and i’m not any fonder of it then i was at the time. AHHHH JACK CUNNINGHAM.
The the power and force of a hawk is one and individual needs to witness to understand. Those strong wings, the sharp beak, the watchful eye…..all seem to say, “I am above you.”
we chose to fly over the valleys of our parents morals
and laid ourselves to rest upon the plateaus of our barbed wire arms
and the glass shattered with the alarm clocks screech
we hit the windows thinking they were doorways
to a life we always wanted.
omigosh i can see a hawk its flying in the sky and as about to attack a bird “WHAT SHOULD I DO!!!!” I yelled and the bird was grabbed and eaten “SADNESSS” i said
The hawk landed on the ground with a claw full of mouse. It was already dead. Eating it would be a horrible idea, but hawks don’t know that. The mouse had eaten poison.
I watch my life with the eyes of a hawk. A paraplegic hawk.
What am I going to do? Life does what it wants. I take the life it gives me or I get off at this stop. I can only fashion these little details it leaves in my hands to mold.
I call it MY life. I’m only the 49 percent share holder.
The hawk soared high above the girl, casting a shadow over the snow covered ground. It was beautiful, its wings spread high, as it looked for a mouse to prey on. The winter was almost over, but the hawk never cared. Up high, where he was, it was warm, and he was comfortable.
there is a hawk in the sky and he is leading me to colorado. i see him over my car, on the gas pump accross the way, and it my soul, soaring around bravely. i see him helping me.
A hawk is a beautiful creature that flies mystically throughout the sky. This bird is fearless and metaphorical in terms of how humans should live their lives–without fear and flying into the unknown.
one day I was sitting on the playground at school. I saw a gorgeous hawk flying low over the trees with something long and rubbery in its talons. I thought it was a hose, but why would a hawk be carrying a hose? It was a snake.
there was once a huge hawk at the top of a building in manhattan. i was in central park and it was perched (with its family, i believe) at the top of a building. i live in the suburbs, so i thought it was funny how many people were so fascinated by watching it.
hawk hovers above its prey anxious and deciding when to drop. knowing that it must be a precise drop with talons ready for one target, no time to flinch or move. these are the moments when impluse, calculation and decision are key… you have to commit… dive and never look back
it soared through the air, flying around. its eyes were a golden brown, the color of syrup…. only making my hunger worse. life isnt easy stuck in the middle of the desert with two broken legs.
the hawk soars through the air as it stares down at the ground, with its piercing eyes, on the constant hunt for prey. what does it see? it sees me.. but i saw it before it saw me, and as i watch it gliding gracefully, yet hauntingly, i realize how thankful i am not to be the little helpless mouse it may choose for breakfast.
The hawk squacked as it circled overhead. It foreshadowed my death. I dashed through the forest, trying to run as fast as i could from my captors. As i stopped to catch my breath, adrenaline rushing through my vains; i heard a noise. I turned..a minute too late. He leaped and grabbed my shoulders, bringing me down with him.Sucking the blood as fast as he could. I knew this was it. My last breath. And the Hawk descended to devour what was left of me.
the Hawker looked out across the field and bodies that populated it, he wondered if he was to blame for this carnage but decided against it. He merely profited from it, he didn’t cause the hate that killed these people.
I wish i could fly as high as a hawk, be feared by others and be able to escape with my big strong wings. I want to be a hawk so i can be as free as can be. Feared and power, love for freedom.
The bird circled and circled and circled and circled watching something on the ground. I followed it with my eye as it completed its 5th circuit then PLOP out of the sky a pile of white goo missed my by an inch. A lucky day I think.
the lazy redtail circled over the field. its eyes glinted in the harsh sun as it grabbed updrafts and rode the currents and drifted aimlessly through the air.
Wheeling, screeching
What is it now?
Looking below I see nothing
A stray cat, small in size,
hides from the raptors gaze.
I am hungry, I am strong
I dive and miss,
But I know I shall win
For I am the hunter
and it is my prey
Out of the crystal sky the hawk circled looking for it’s prey. The girl had sensed many hours ago that something was tracking her so she had taken precautions … she wore rain coloured clothing and moved slowly among the bracken.
stephen hawking was superman. i never really watched superman though I was more of a fan of batman. batman was a total badass. he had the rough history and was actually incredibly intelligeng PLUS was super sexy. i never was into the tight.
I have already written about a hawk: JonathonToews, who leads the NHL in points this post season and looks to bring Chicago its first Stanley Cup since 1961.
she wore a hawk feather hat. Is that even allowed? Aren’t they in danger or something, or is that falcons? What about eagles? Would eagle feather be less bold? I shoudl know this.
there was a blank hawk in the sky that looked down and decided to kill it’s prey. the prey was out searching for food for his family – a little fox – a new father – trying to make his new little family safe and secure and healthy with some good food. but when the hawk swooped down, it took the fox for a loop and the fox
hawk was definitely the word of yesterday, because i definitely already wrote about it, and i’m not any fonder of it then i was at the time. AHHHH JACK CUNNINGHAM.
that’s all.
also, hawk.
The the power and force of a hawk is one and individual needs to witness to understand. Those strong wings, the sharp beak, the watchful eye…..all seem to say, “I am above you.”
we chose to fly over the valleys of our parents morals
and laid ourselves to rest upon the plateaus of our barbed wire arms
and the glass shattered with the alarm clocks screech
we hit the windows thinking they were doorways
to a life we always wanted.
omigosh i can see a hawk its flying in the sky and as about to attack a bird “WHAT SHOULD I DO!!!!” I yelled and the bird was grabbed and eaten “SADNESSS” i said
My eyes where following you like a hawk. I watched you every morning through my apartment while you watched television.
Sell me something that I don’t really need….the power of Costco.
The hawk landed on the ground with a claw full of mouse. It was already dead. Eating it would be a horrible idea, but hawks don’t know that. The mouse had eaten poison.
I watch my life with the eyes of a hawk. A paraplegic hawk.
What am I going to do? Life does what it wants. I take the life it gives me or I get off at this stop. I can only fashion these little details it leaves in my hands to mold.
I call it MY life. I’m only the 49 percent share holder.
The hawk soared high above the girl, casting a shadow over the snow covered ground. It was beautiful, its wings spread high, as it looked for a mouse to prey on. The winter was almost over, but the hawk never cared. Up high, where he was, it was warm, and he was comfortable.
khbdlkdlkslksldkbsldkblsklsdkfj A really big bird.
so free to fly up in the sky…on the top of the food chain, i am really living the life everybody dreams of.
there is a hawk in the sky and he is leading me to colorado. i see him over my car, on the gas pump accross the way, and it my soul, soaring around bravely. i see him helping me.
A hawk is a beautiful creature that flies mystically throughout the sky. This bird is fearless and metaphorical in terms of how humans should live their lives–without fear and flying into the unknown.
flying through the trees circling around and around looking and eying its pray swooping in for the kill
fall colors, my brother’s college, cool guys streaming past that I could never hope to even look at me. I stand on the tips of my toes…
one day I was sitting on the playground at school. I saw a gorgeous hawk flying low over the trees with something long and rubbery in its talons. I thought it was a hose, but why would a hawk be carrying a hose? It was a snake.
there was once a huge hawk at the top of a building in manhattan. i was in central park and it was perched (with its family, i believe) at the top of a building. i live in the suburbs, so i thought it was funny how many people were so fascinated by watching it.
A hawk was crouched on its nest above the flats. From its perspective, it could see the smallest movement of an insect.
hawk hovers above its prey anxious and deciding when to drop. knowing that it must be a precise drop with talons ready for one target, no time to flinch or move. these are the moments when impluse, calculation and decision are key… you have to commit… dive and never look back
vuela sobre cielos azules, con imponencia y arrogancia, sus alas escriben su destino mientras vuela sobre verdes montañas de esperanza
a loud,fast bird
it soared through the air, flying around. its eyes were a golden brown, the color of syrup…. only making my hunger worse. life isnt easy stuck in the middle of the desert with two broken legs.
the hawk soars through the air as it stares down at the ground, with its piercing eyes, on the constant hunt for prey. what does it see? it sees me.. but i saw it before it saw me, and as i watch it gliding gracefully, yet hauntingly, i realize how thankful i am not to be the little helpless mouse it may choose for breakfast.
The hawk squacked as it circled overhead. It foreshadowed my death. I dashed through the forest, trying to run as fast as i could from my captors. As i stopped to catch my breath, adrenaline rushing through my vains; i heard a noise. I turned..a minute too late. He leaped and grabbed my shoulders, bringing me down with him.Sucking the blood as fast as he could. I knew this was it. My last breath. And the Hawk descended to devour what was left of me.
the Hawker looked out across the field and bodies that populated it, he wondered if he was to blame for this carnage but decided against it. He merely profited from it, he didn’t cause the hate that killed these people.
Every once and while, I see a hawk in my yard. He swoops from the unknown sky.
I wish i could fly as high as a hawk, be feared by others and be able to escape with my big strong wings. I want to be a hawk so i can be as free as can be. Feared and power, love for freedom.
The hawk !
The bird circled and circled and circled and circled watching something on the ground. I followed it with my eye as it completed its 5th circuit then PLOP out of the sky a pile of white goo missed my by an inch. A lucky day I think.
the lazy redtail circled over the field. its eyes glinted in the harsh sun as it grabbed updrafts and rode the currents and drifted aimlessly through the air.
Wheeling, screeching
What is it now?
Looking below I see nothing
A stray cat, small in size,
hides from the raptors gaze.
I am hungry, I am strong
I dive and miss,
But I know I shall win
For I am the hunter
and it is my prey
The hawk flew down to his master and they went to the open fields where they saw nothing and went back home.