Hawk by David Campbell

The hawk’s shadow slides
Through summer grass
Tracing contour and hollow
To pause fluttering below
The hawk like a lover.

The hawk from its hover
Drops on a small

Animal in its shadow,
In this act devours
And renews itself.

Hawk, hawk,
Weld of thought and mineral,
Beautiful, catching the breath:
Hunter and lover spring
From the same source.

From: http://www.poetrylibrary.edu.au/poets/campbell-david/hawk-0355009

Date: 1979

By: David Campbell (1915-1979)