Such a poignant few lines, describing the helplessness of the viewer to save the distressed grounded hawk.


By Allen E. Rizzi

I found a grounded hawk,
Featherless and lost.
Though evening bore the shadows,
Help, it seemed, was neither
His to take nor mine to give.

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