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.