The Hawks
by
Patsy J Lewis
Saturday, February 28, 2004
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Harbingers of Death
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Effortless, fluid motion, sailing on the currents of air,
two hawks appear.
From yellow fierce eyes scorching disdain burns into my mind.
Feathered instrument of death, snatch your victim
from the earth.
Soar beyond the reach of man, let him feel
your mocking scorn.
Pitiless in your heavenly reign,
Subject to the whim of man,
unaware of your vunerable state, you fly
by mercy and grace,
copyright 2004 Patsy J Lewis
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| Reviewed by John Domino |
8/1/2009 |
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Mercy & Grace.
Amen |
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| Reviewed by Michael Gibbs |
5/17/2005 |
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Of all your poems, Patsy, I like this one the best. All are very well written from an educated and thinking mind. Thanks for sharing.
Michael Gibbs |
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| Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado |
2/29/2004 |
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WOW! Terrific imagery in this powerful write, Patsy! Very well done; enjoyed!~
(((HUGS))) and much love, your Tx. friend, Karen Lynn. :D
God bless you! |
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| Reviewed by George Carroll |
2/28/2004 |
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| How many will last on this earth. Nice Write |
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
2/28/2004 |
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| very potent imagery! |
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| Reviewed by Larry Rochelle |
2/28/2004 |
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| What powerful, beautiful killers they are, alone against the dark blue sky, feathering their way to their victims! |
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