Sometimes they come to take a look,
glide in low with all their tools
from a bare oak branch to see just who
spoiled the plan to dine on squirrel
straying too far from its earthen burrow—
and perhaps too, to take a moment
to deliver their displeasure, face-to face,
eye-to-eye, to make sure you know
that you screwed up.
drycrikjournal 
Love your interpretation!
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I believe it to be true. Small squirrel town in a patch of chinaberry trees, he had his eye on breakfast that we disturbed. He stopped us in our tracks.
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I do love hawks, John, although this gives me a slightly different perspective on them. 🙂
janet
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Good, they can be characters.
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My old and all-time fave, the red-tailed hawk. Makes me nostalgic for Kaweah Country.
It occurs to me that it might just be taking a breather from the heat!
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Oftentimes, they follow us from oak top to oak top hoping we’ll stir up a meal, a totem of sorts.
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It’s a good thing we have someone up there looking to see we’re staying on the straight & narrow . . . Great bird for a great prompt!
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