Imagine the flight of a Redtail Hawk on the hunt.

Poem By Hunter Neilson
-Lyrics to a song.

Once upon an occasion, a alone hawk resided on a shrub by a riverside. He was younger and attractive. Yet, he had no buddies. One day, he saw a wonderful she-hawk seated on a shrub. He desired to get married to her. But, the she-hawk rejected to get married to him, as he had no buddies. “Will you get married to me if I create three friends?” he asked for her. She said that she would definitely get married to him if he created three buddies.

In the jungle of life where the strong generally triumphs over the weak, the slowness of worms make them more vulnerable than darting and stinging bees.

A dead knight becomes a source of food for a group of carrion scavengers in these two grizzly ballads.

In the area of ​​Kill Devil Hills, four miles south of Kitty Hawk, North Carolina, USA, this plane, flying four times on December 17, 1903.

Looking thru the eyes of a predator in action can be a beautiful experience.

Bridge, country, eagle.

My children actually thought Ruby Hawk was one of my many imaginary characters like Lotta Litter and thus the birth of this poem. Ruby Hawk, with her catchy name and relative articles, is actually one of my fellow Triond writers. Thank you Ruby and thanks to all the Triond writers for your support and inspiration.

The hawk I thought I saw was really a fly; the fly I thought I saw was a hawk.