I, THE HAWK
Weightless, I spiral on unseen currents, loftily, without effort I leave the earth behind on a soft breeze absorbing the kissing sun up here blanketed from all sound save the soft flutter of my feathers. I oversee the earth, the continuous struggle for perspective and position, knowing my place-- alone, and uninhibited, I choose my direction and remain aloft as long as it suits me. I, the hawk, free as air define my days, gliding unnoticed, dreamlike through broad loops, my shadow lost in the landscape, and for an instant, I know I am the finishing detail in God's composition.
by Charles Albano
Hawk Redwing is a Native American teenager from Taos, New Mexico. His family moved to Santa Fe where Hawk met Willow Whelan. Although he's a total stranger, he surprises Willow when he discloses her deep, dark, secret.
From Chapter Thirty Five, The Forest of Aisling...
“Look, Hawk, if you’ve got something to say, go ahead and say it; I’m not gonna bite.”
“Ok, well…” he began, looking back toward the house. He leaned in even closer and whispered, “I know what you can do.”
I stumbled back, trying to put some distance between us as he grabbed my arm.
“Willow…I know what you can do.” His dark eyes reflected
the quarter moon that peeked out from behind fast moving