She has the look of the hawk, As if she can see the future, And will tell you nothing. She stalks her prey, But can love as well. She looks evil at times, And is open and caring underneath. She also looks innocent. She stands proudly, With her head held high, Golden brown eyes gazing warmly, And full of curiousity, She wants to know. There is one of her inside all of us, I see her inside of me.
