Red-tailed hawk

As rains blew in from the south, 

swirling with the threatening winds,

one avian soul perched in the box elder tree

waiting, watching

for a glimmer of hope, 

for a flash of movement in the field below,

for the promise of his on-going survival

Happy weekend, dear friends.  

May your days be filled with equally wonderful surprises.

Until next time...

Anne