A hawk, a cloud, a mouse
What Have I Seen: Reflections on Seeing from those Who Live
Here’s what I see. There is a hawk this morning, circling and landing tree-to-tree in my neighborhood. I chart his progress by a combination of sitings and the wave of smaller bird complaints. I can close my eyes and see him—first to the south in the tallest oak, then a stop over in the scraggly one by the field, then to the heavy branch hanging low to …