The Hawk ~ poetry ~ In Loving Memory of my Friend

The hawk in the tree

As magnificent to you

As it was to me

With cameras raised

Conversation grew

Continued online

A special friendship bloomed

You were kind to me

When mostly I meet meanness

And I admired your spirit

And your photographic genius

In only a few months time

You became a huge part of my life


Today, your camera rests in place

For you, my dear friend

Have been called Home to Grace

I will think of you

As I line up every frame

Each rising sun

Will whisper your name

And after knowing you

For just a short time

I know that my life will never be the same

In Loving Memory of my friend Terry

~Leesa Love

The juvenile hawk that started it all 💞



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