Sunday, August 24, 2008

The old gray-lined hawk

The old gray-lined hawk,
His world is "black" and "white."
No spectral "colors"
Are ever within his sight.
Fine nuance is a stranger,
And diplomacy is not his trait.
A future of perpetual warring—
He finds comfort with this fate.
There's a basis of his being:
Simplicity is transcendent.
But the old gray-lined hawk
    will one day
Though once, long ago, he was resplendent.

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