The wind suspended the hawk’s flight. His body frozen mid air without resistance. No thermals to lift him up or carry him forward. He hit a wall of wind and perfectly still he waited. Long before my eyes could see the darker hawk I heard his song. Yes, the call of hawks is more of a shriek than a song. Not today. Soft and I think meant only for him, but he was willing to share. I sat with the windows open and listened to his gentle soft song wishing I knew the lyrics.

No Resistance held in stilled waiting. Predator’s shriek thoughtfully soft and melodic. May I too meet resistance in such beautiful stillness. May I meet the predator within and without remembering the melodic heart song.