I saw a red-tailed hawkCircling high in the Ojai sky. Then a second appeared—Wings steady, rising—And together they drifted,Two shadows on the wind,Gliding in quiet harmony. The sunlight lit their fanned tails,Rust-red and glowing,A bold contrastAgainst the wide, blue sky. For a breath of time,The world paused—A moment of pure solaceOn a warm summer day.