Birds Of A Feather

By and for Bird-People

Hawks Shower in the Rain

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It starts with a gentle rumble like the far off ocean,

And builds to a sweeping wall of clouds.

Tension rises and ghostly feathers prickle

In expectation of the oncoming relief from a still, hot day.

 

Like waves the front comes washing over,

Spilling over my skin in whispers.

The clarion calls of thunderheads ring out

And shake droplets from their billowing forms.

 

Smatterings of liquid sky dot my shoulders,

Slipping down my arms along invisible lines.

Thick swathes of iced air tease pinions

That will never catch or hold them like I long for.

 

The drumbeat of rain dances across the deck,

Whips around my perched form.

Showered by clouds,

That’s how hawk on the porch is cleaned by the sky.

Author: Acies

A fledgling eaglet [read 19] who has been involved in the therian community since late 2008. I have an interest in attempting to put the language of the sky and feathers into something others are able to understand and maybe even relate to. I identify as a Little Eagle with some passing dreams of genetic grandeur who likes to get out and about in the bush, climb trees and perch on cliff faces.

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