I think this was the hawk that chase left on our doorstep as a strange homecoming present. He found it on the side of the highway, where it had maybe fallen from the electrical wires overhead. He had been out jogging, and was kind enough to explain the gift, before I stuck my head, full, into the black plastic bag. Enterprising Sam figured out a way to remove the beautiful wings, and hung them, framed on our wall. He left the body of the bird in the field next to our house. I iwsh he could find the poem he wrote about the hawk, because it was beautiful, and I remember seeing the color gold when I read it. spring, 2009, marfa, tx