Chasing Hawk Dreams

The lake was a beckoning silvered sheen, Water like glass, not a ripple was seen. In the dawning morning of a clear July day, The boat was drifting, seeking a way… As if it had eyes for the lovers on board. It sought out a glen, shelter to afford, For the two holding hands, gazing in eyes, Totally missing a breathtaking sunrise. Past dew drenched blossoms on lily pads, Greens saucers roaming like desert nomads. A path seemed to open in this garden bed To a pleasant shaded bower just up ahead. No thoughts of fish, oars still in their locks, The two caught the eye of a sleepy nighthawk, “What a sight…to see humans in their bare skin!” If he hadn’t a beak we’d sure see him grin… He came full awake, tilted glittering eye, To make sure of the lot he saw drifting by… “Yes, it’s a pair, looks like me and my mate, The nest all to ourselves, no reason to wait.” Sun-dappled they were, clothes all in a heap, The boat was a rockin’ but none were asleep. He’d like to continue his morning’s nap… But the stern with each movement delivered a rap To the base of the tree where he’d chosen to be. “From the sounds of their sighs, giggles of glee, It might be awhile before things settled down.” If we could, on his beak, we’d now see a frown. When it seemed the motion might cause inundation, Nighthawk had a thought, in his consternation… “At the end of a branch, hanging over the pair, A wasp nest did hang, suspended in air!” He figured to sleep, so while thinking, “sharp beak,” Nighthawk ambled out on the branch, just to tweak The fragile small loop the paper wasps made To keep their fair home, cool in the shade. Down it plummeted, fast and faster it fell… When it dropped in the boat, there surely was hell To pay, for the bare-skinned humans…so sad, It was over the sides, clutching green lily pads. There was a quarrelsome racket at first to be sure, “Get the boat in the clear, that should be the cure!” Nighthawk, looked so pleased, that he’d settled the din Closed his eyes, set to chase sweet hawk dreams again.all comments and critiques welcomed :) Written February 20th, 2002 © on Feb 19 2002 03:36 PM PST   0 • 14