Upon a hill, where grasses gleam,
a golden hawk sat in day dream.
Its neck turned sideways, eyes so wide,
watching the wind and world collide.
High above, on a slender tree,
small chaffinch chirped so cheerfully.
Rich orange neck and belly bright,
soft feathers brushed with brown and white.
“Good day,” the little bird did say,
“I see you watching far away.
You sit so still, so calm, so wise,
what do you see beyond the skies?”
The hawk soon spoke, thoughtful in tone,
“I think of how we birds have grown,
you’re small and swift, I’m strong and slow,
but still, we share the sky we know.”
Chaffinch tilted his tiny head,
“true, we are different,” then he said,
“But still we talk, and still we sing,
no need for hate or quarreling.”
“We don’t compete, we don’t demand,
we simply live and understand,”
The hawk replied with steady gaze,
“People can learn from simpler ways.”
And side by side, though far in size,
they watched the world with wiser eyes.
A hawk and chaffinch, calm and free,
can coexist in harmony.
As they both paused, one branch, one ground,
while quiet winds blew all around.
Two birds, two worlds, yet side by side,
great lesson whispered countryside.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What Do You See # 296 July 07, 2025
This weeks prompt offered two picture options. This poem was inspired by both pictures. 💕