The other day I was driving along when a hawk came swooping down, barely missing my windshield. The hawk was too focused to see anything other than its prey, which was on the opposite side of the road. It was fortunate that I had not been driving a wee bit faster! We were lucky, but perhaps the prey would have thought differently...
This poem by Robert Frost captures a similar near-miss:
The winter owl banked just in time to pass
And save herself from breaking window glass.
And her wings straining suddenly spread
Caught color from the last of evening red
In a display of underdown and quill
To glassed-in children at the windowsill.
The owl, the children, and the reader, were all beneficiaries of luck that evening!
Head over to visit Margaret at Reflections on the Teche for the Poetry Friday Round-Up.
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