I rode by this beautiful Red-tailed Hawk who was perched on the dead tree by Boat Meadow Creek at the beginning of my bike ride yesterday morning. And then, there he was, still on the same branch at the end of my ride. I figured he must be waiting for me to take his photograph!
He certainly was very patient as all of the other birds were dive-bombing him while squawking away!
The Hawk by William Butler Yeats
“‘…I will not be clapped in a hood,
Nor a cage, nor alight upon wrist,
Now I have learnt to be proud
Hovering over the wood
In the broken mist
Or tumbling cloud.’…”
http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/william_butler_yeats/poems/10613