Sky Hawk

Another kid in my class is shy and hides under his hooded gray sweatshirt. He speaks softly, has pristine caramel skin and a long face, and wears braces on his teeth. He said he hated bugs, so he had picked a hawk from the pile. He drew it beautifully. I told him I thought of him when I saw three hawks flying over the cemetery last Sunday. I explained I had been out walking my dog when I heard them screeching. I looked up, and saw them flying in a circle overhead. They were getting harassed by a crow. He smiled.