Passing Glance
What is the attraction of meadow flowers
to a passing hawk,
except to see them sway
and hear them rustle when there is no breeze
to make them dance?
Only then will the hawk pay those flowers
any heed, turning back
to touch them lightly as it collects the prey
that has had the misfortune of savoring
such beauty at a most inopportune moment.
This is my response to New photo prompt “Wings” and last week’s “Beginnings” round-up – #writephoto, from Sue Vincent at Daily Echo, with her photo.
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Oddly enough, I was talking with my son a few minutes ago about the purpose of beauty.
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🙂
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It would seem that for the hawk it is a sign.
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Perhaps for us too.
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This is lovely Ken.
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Thank you. 🙂
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The chance encounter…it’s always there, isn’t it? (K)
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Indeed. Every creature plays its part.
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Nice one !
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Thank you, Elaine.
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Such is the nature of wild things . . .
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Yes.
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Impermanence on multiple levels!
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Balance, or the continuing correction of imbalance
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Most definitely!
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Beautifully written. The meadow flower’s sway without breeze.
Such a signal to an observant creature, something is there.
miriam
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This is a beauty Ken. I was right there with you.
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Thank you, Pat.
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