Hawk 2
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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For a night's eyes
The hawk circled in
The light of the stars
Circling low to earth
And gardens
Screaming:
For a night's eyes
The watermill stopped
Gurgling; froze the
Sounds into that
Instant before mid-night
Came; before the
Shrieking in the inlet
High
Of rocks and giddying.
The waters silent stood
Rehearsing for the dawn
That night.
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