Thank you Harry

I wanted to pick up another monument, instead I took a photo, for reasons I will explain. Gazing out into the back garden gave my eyes a chance to stare, the kind of stares where you don't focus on anything and a million pounds can wave past your face and you wouldn't so much as flinch.

But my vision was soon attracted to what I could tell was a hazel coloured Hawk chilling out on one of our trees. Now, forgive me if I am wrong, but I don't profess to be any sort of Avian expert, it just looked like one OK? Not to mention it was early... (too early for a student to rationalise any sort of thinking power).

As I watched, I started to think, what has to happen for this beautiful bird to do what it was meant to do, you know, how does it get to FLY?


I began to watch, it was almost like the thing which I have since named 'Harry the Hawk', knew
I was waiting for it to launch itself up in the air. Now, this was a test of patience, I had three options:

1. Sit and wait for it to fly, when it decides


2. Open my window and force it to fly by shouting at it in a rather uncanny manner


3. Realise I am wasting precious moments of my life looking at a few feathers.
   
   

I chose what I thought was best, and in hindsight, unblurred that gaze I was talking about.
In an instant, it's ting legs bent and woooosh. It jumped! So much that the branches beneath where it had left were swaying like none other!

That's it! Simple!

BEN (or fill you name in the gap_____) If I don't jump, I will never soar! I will just stand and stare! Not being what I was meant to be! ... To think I've been sitting all these years waiting for a gust of wind!

Thank God for pouring out so much to me, even if I can't keep the Hawk on my desk.

(The reason I say pour is because I spilt my milk this morning, making me stop and pour slowly, just at the right speed and angle. Should have kept the kitchen roll as a monument coming to think of it)