I’ve seen those hawks in the park. Circling, coasting on updrafts, scanning and vigilant. What could this one be thinking, looking down on these wee people crunching along? What was she doing up so early? Or was it just overcast? Certainly they have no idea they are being weighed, mentally, as potential prey. They are in love, can only hear the crunching of their boots and the beating of their hearts. Not the silent hawk flapping, coasting, watching, and apparently working out how to use her camera, setting up a dramatic and stark shot.
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