I saw a hawk capture a black squirrel. The sight of the hawk, so frightening; so fierce, and so beautiful with its talon clutch of black fur fascinated me. Because the songbirds have returned so have the Hawks. The sky is often streaked with smaller birds chasing off larger birds or filled with their warning cries, especially now that they are guarding their nests. The hawk seems fearless, relentless, and certain of its' next meal. I cheer for the songbirds, but the hawk is beautiful too. Such a wild world surrounds us.
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