Current mood:

tired

Look! I'm Alive!
This was supposed to happen months ago. This is from my Creative Writing class final portfolio.



Tool of Darwin, Hand of God

The other day I saw a hawk.

She was young;
Her plumage was cream and gray and brown.
Dirty now, but in a few years, she will be
Resplendent.

Think about her talons—knives of demise.
Think about her beak—hook of termination.
Think about her wings—parachutes of ruin.

See her as a symbol:
Beautiful, fierce, free
See her as an animal:
A carnivore, mindless

Like an angel she descends
On all the small things.



More to come soon (I hope). Also, I may come back to this post later today tomorrow and pretty it up.