Chasing Hawks on Clear-Cut Hills

by The Parrott King Jordan R. Stephens   Oct 2, 2025


Solitary -
standing tall amidst a world
unaware, save for the
hawks and crows
in their aerial battles.

These branches are old
yet keep growing older.
Never known;
never

to be forgotten.

Holding fast
against storms
insurmountable.
Sacrosanct.

People would be remiss
to say this hill would be anything
but a mound without you.

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