A Young Hawk Searches For Love

Will his urgent call be answered?

Photo by Trac Vu on Unsplash

He was a very noisy hawk. An immature red-shouldered hawk, I believe. A youngster, trying not to be so young.

Perched on a naked branch of a dying oak, he never seemed to stop his clamorous calling. Never seemed to hunt, nor fly about, nor just sit Zen-like, waiting.