Rondel

I nodded, then lifted my head.
Carol was with me -- we were walking.
My feet were in shadow, moving like lead.
"Head up." I heard her talking.

"Look at that tree, one flower stalking.
Look up there, we're hawking."
I nodded, then lifted my head.

A beautiful hawk, wings spread
flat out, graceful wings
like a plane sweeping
down. "Look up," she said.
I nodded, then lifted my head.