A broad-winged hawk on house arrest...
Captain America screeches to get my attention. He looks pissed off! Maybe due to all the wars in his name. Their eyes can see farther and more clearly than human eyes. No wonder he's a bit miffed.
A red-tailed hawk with a yellow patch over her nose and yellow lips... That shade of lipstick certainly brings out the color in your eyes, I tell her.
The American Kestrel: too little to cause worry...
Eastern screech owls - what's up with your left eye, little guy? The other's eyes won't leave me.
Birds of prey...
Birds that prey...
Feathered friends in open-air cages...
The biggest daddy-long-legs skitters past me - mouth too small to do the damage it could, would, should.
My heart aches for the red-tailed hawk that wants to fly. A calculated leap towards freedom and the inevitable pull back into captivity...
Leather thong on each leg...
How, bird of prey, did you get relegated to this cage?
Did your life choices ground your potential or are you a victim of happenstance?
What caught you and held on tight?
What can I learn from you?