The hawk glides <br />above the massive hill, <br />alone but not lonely, <br />small shepherd of the great sky, <br /> <br />moving razor of divide, <br />bold will expressed <br />in perfect passivity <br />as it rides currents — <br /> <br />a wing <br />and an eye<br /><br />Max Reif<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-hawk-7/
