Hawk Story

One recent drizzly afternoon, seeing a clump of moss lying torn on the path, I paused to replant it back into its bed. Standing, I found myself in the shadow of a great bird, which swept close, to light on a branch no more than fifteen feet away from me. 

He was a mature red tailed hawk, splendid in his plumage, and humbling in his vigor, focus and power.
I went motionless. My eyes connected with his, and I was filled with awe. 

I spoke to him. I told him how joyful I was to be graced by his attention. I said that I was humbled by him.