Conflict Poetry-Hawk Roosting

Hawk Roosting

I sit in the top of the wood, my eyes closed.

Physical positioning reflects high status.

Inaction, no falsifying dream

Hawk has no time for fantasy and dreams, only reality.

Between my hooked head and hooked feet:

Repetition emphasises the hawk's most dangerous features

Or in sleep rehearse perfect kills and eat.

The convenience of the high trees!

The hawk thinks nature has been made specifically to benefit him.

The air's buoyancy and the sun's ray

Are of advantage to me;

The hawk finds everything to his advantage the creation of the earth specifically for him.

And the earth's face upward for my inspection.

Personification of the earth looking for the approval of the hawk as if it is subordinate.

My feet are locked upon the rough bark.

It took the whole of Creation

The hawk imagines himself to be the only important thing on the planet.

To produce…