Poem 1: Hawk Talk

(This is a poem I wrote with a Hawk's point of view.)

I am particularly hungry
This bright, and beautiful morning.
The wheat fields are empty.
The mice have left without warning.

I spot a large rock,
to sharpen my claws.
And hope that this morning,
I will spot a prey's flaws.

The air is crisp
And the wind just right
For my large, Hawk wings,
To finally take flight.

The tree's are awakening
I can hear them speak.
It shouldn't be long now,
I have waited many a week.

With all this snow on the ground,
What is a Hawk to do?
Perhaps get into a fight,
With an owl or two.

After this owl incident,
I severed all avian ties.
For I am the great Hawk,
King of the Skies.