Up on Putney Mountain

The winds are right,

north to south corridor,

opening,

and the skies fill,

with gliding wings,

broad wing,

sharp shinned,

red tail,

and we,

the earth bound,

count them,

as they pass,

calling to each other,

as we name them,

our small voices almost lost,

into the winds,

that are just right,

for migrating hawks.

EzraInFlight-16x9-WallpaperEzra in flight…..

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