Cooper's Hawk in January.....

 THE HAWK by William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)

Cooper's hawk

 Call Down the hawk from the air

 Let him be hooded or caged

 Till the yellow eye has grown mild

 For larder and spit are rare.

 The old cook enraged

 the scullion gone wild

 "I will not be clapped in a hood

 Nor a cage, nor alight on a wrist

 Now I have learnt to be proud,

 Hovering over the wood

 In the broken mist

 Or tumbling cloud."

 What tumbling cloud did you cleave

 Yellow-eyed hawk of the mind,

 Last evening? that I, who had sat

 Dumbfounded before a knave,

 Should give to my friend

 A pretence  of wit.......

 Photography 2018