What Is The Old Hawk Thinking

What is the old hawk thinking As he circles round and round Does he see our little shadows Foreshortened, on the ground? Is he glad to not be earthbound And catch dinner on the sly If he stopped to think at all then Would he ever wonder why? In his mind, is there an image Of his mate, beside the stream If he slept, with one eye open Would he see her, in his dream? Would he think her just as lovely As the day that they first met Would he mount her light brown feathers For his appetite, to whet? Would he stay beside her always No matter drought or storm And would always fly beside her; Watch his children being born? And on that day she left him, Her body small and still- Would he call his grief out loudly And forego his evening meal?