My Take
DiVoran Lites
One of the hawk family
In our neighborhood
Lights on the edge of a roof
And sits listening while
I talk this and that to him
He reminds me about his family.
His parents courted
on the campus of our church
They danced in the air.
They landed on the grass.
Two hawks attending church.
Preacher with a sense of humor
Says, “Get a room,”
But still, they dance in air
And swoop screeching.
Two mocking-birds
Can’t chase them away.
Eggs hatch, birds grow
Booming thunderstorm
Young hawk comes to our
Backyard fence,
Clings to chain-link
With fierce talons,
Flaps wings.
Happy in wind and weather
Happy in air.
Good hawk.
Clean hawk.
Old Things R New 
The hawk seems happy. A little thunder wouldn’t bother him. I love the word picture you created of him enjoying the rain.
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I can visualize that! I talk to birds I see, as well. Nice.
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