Hawk

As I am walking to enter the woods a slight breeze ruffles the few leaves left on the trees.  I look up and make eye contact with piercing yellow eyes.  They continue to stare into my dark brown ones.  It’s a coopers hawk.  The curve of its beak comes to a sharp point at the tip.  I look down hoping that it doesn’t do anything or come any closer.  When I glance back up there it is, still looking straight at me. All of a sudden it opens its large wings and shows the pretty brown and white speckled feathers on its back.  I jump back.  Once I realize it was just stretching and wasn’t going to hurt me, I take a deep breath and slowly let it out.  Focusing on the rise and fall of my breath, I take a step back and keep backing up.  I wish I had the confidence of being able to stand so secure to stare down a possible threat.  I wipe the sweat from my brow and continue on.


I have never been so close to such a large hawk. I can see its beautiful feathers that cover its body. It sits perched on a soccer goal looking down at everyone that runs past it. At first, I didn’t know that it was a coopers hawk. I just thought that it was simply a hawk. I snapped a picture and kept walking to get to the woods. When I got home I looked it up. Looking at more images on the internet, I was able to see its beauty up close.

I wonder what life is like for the hawk. How does it feels to live so close to humans? I wonder if it has a family across the sidewalk in the woods? I wonder if it is scared of me as much as I am of it. I don’t think it is considering how strong it stands peering down at me.

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