When you are a hawk, there is no such a thing
as a bad weather. In rain and wind you extend
your wings, perching atop the crowns of trees
in wilderness, upon the concrete creations
of mammals, as confident as your ancestors
soaring on winds blowing over Pangaea.
24.09..2024
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