I have a tatoo of a hawk on my back that I got in honor of a cat that died when I was 8. He stopped a rattlesnake from biting me, possibly saving my life, and well...yeah. He was an amazing cat, very much alive. The day he died, I sat outside and thought about this, and a redtailed hawk landed 10 feet from me, let out a hawk cry, then flew away. I think of this cat whenever I see a hawk, and that poem got me a little misty.
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Date: 2006-06-22 11:03 pm (UTC)I'm glad Spike's feeling better.