Hawk in my backyard Perched still—it looked right at me With the eyes of God The Perched Hawk © 2022 Kelly Michelle Thomas

A father and his son, no older than three,

The wind blows and the birds scream The sun disappears into the pits of the valley And the the sky blankets in the darkness No clouds, but the sky slowly weeps And heavens tears fall straight to the sea That roar in rage and agony And you held my hand and walked with me Through the heat of your body, I felt your heart beat The trees dance while the lightning appears I’m deaf by your words ‘cause the thunder I cannot hear I’m not afraid, but there’s still room for fear Your ey