by Edd Brown Jr.
A hawk with a broken beak
peeks into light between trees.
It breaks wind and flies mountain peaks,
spreading its wings.
A serene scene,
the wind sings.
A calm king
in rule of spring.
a butterfly once flew,
currents weren’t warranting freedom of graceful proceedings.
The air taxed its residents around every block.
eagles flocked to the spot
Ruling the air as they fit.
The hawk saw this
with spectacular vision.
speech would cause
the mouth to fall off,
dreams of soaring left a sore in its beak.
The system was luring it to speak.
Till the hawk spoke.
its beak broke.
cawing turned into roaring,
which created a gust rightful for the hawks own exploring!
The bleak system destroyed
by the individualistic, altruistic nature of the hawk with no beak, which had poured
into the trees,
rang and repeated by every beak,
even the eagles followed suit.
they all ate of luscious fruit.