Hello old friend
It had been almost two weeks.
No sign of him.
Spring had been quickly replaced.
The days had all become exceedingly, oppressively hot.
All the wild blackberries were gone.
But still, no sign of him at all?
Even in the early morning or late afternoon?
I hadn’t realized just how much I looked forward to catching a glimpse of him every now and then.
I was beginning to fear he had met up with another hawk and was not so lucky as last time.
Or an alligator...
And then yesterday morning as I sipped my coffee on our screened in porch watching an inky black night slowly transform into a deep purple dawn, he nonchalantly hopped up to the door and looked right at me with his black marble eyes, ears twitching, nose sniffing, as if to say, “Hello old friend, where you’ve been?”