Lone small tree,
Feathers fluffed and
Facing the wind.
Perhaps he couldn't see the
Forest, for the
Stopped at a Traffic light, A redtail hawk Flies overhead; Urban hunter.
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.