Stopped at a
A redtail hawk
A crow sits Atop a Lone small tree, Feathers fluffed and Facing the wind. Perhaps he couldn't see the Forest, for the Tree.
Hounds baying in the distance as Proud Orion hunts the skies; Perhaps they've found his prey.
Lines in high clouds and Tricks of the light Create the illusion of The sun rising in the North, but Only while climbing an Overpass.