keep watch
little Sparrowhawk,
don't glare at
the world like your
Goshawk brother.
look upon it all
with eyes open
wide in surprise
and wonder.
keep watch
little Sparrowhawk,
even when the
Currawongs sing so
beautifully.
today, they sang
Kookaburra to sleep,
tearing her apart
wing from wing.
keep watch
little Sparrowhawk,
over lazy Plains
drenched in quiet
stillness.
warming Ground
sighs a rising breath -
something's coming
and it's time to soar.
*Poems and artworks by Sara Kian-Judge 2021
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