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The Red Tail Hawk

Katie Martin '25


He shoots from branch to branch

Young and wild

Exploring his world

His wings create the winds

His body one with the skies

Blending into the forest below

Drawing careful eyes as he goes by

Hunting his prey he soars

Surfing wind currents forevermore

Circles by circles

Ups and downs

Free from the ground

Swooping and diving

His prey will cower in fear

As the red tail hawk blazes by

Lighting fire to the sky

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