Tobias Poem. do not own him! only this poem!
The Hawk
Oh, big red-tailed hawk,
We know you barely squawk.
But, why is it so complicated to understand your glaze?
I always look up to you, but all your eyes give me is a maze.
Sometimes the fierce golden eyes aren't true.
But they are of another, a human's eyes in sorrow.
Is your heart very blue?
Maybe a death of one you loved?
But how can you understand human feelings?
I wonder if you are calling me at night,
While I stare into the light.
How, oh how do you know,
How I feel about your entire life?
It's like I know your life and you know mine.
But now, fly out in the open free.