humming in the wind

the hawk was humming in the April wind

far from where i stood

high in the mountains

above the distant roaring river

heading north for the summer

riding the thermals

soaring with a sharp eye

and broad wings

among fellow raptors

following the stars or a memory of flight

searching for the breeding ground

screaming kee-eeeee-arr

loudly and repeatedly,

beautifully primal and raw,

cutting thru the air with a pointed purpose.