I saw a hawk. It sat perched on a tree in the woods. All there was was a brilliant white spot, outlined against the gray-brown wood. It slowly lifted its head and turned to look at me. Its beak was shark and curved into a hook. It seemed to inspect me. With a start it launched out of the tree and swopped down in a shallow dive. Its wings were the purest tawny color. The hawk majestically landed in a tree behind me. I turned to look at it, startling it and making it fly away.
That hawk is part of nature, and the circle of life. Help protect our wild life, not harm it
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