The Hawks Sadness

Black and White Photography by Robert David Atkinson. 

"High atop the old oak tree, a solitary hawk perched on a sturdy branch, its keen eyes scanning the world below. From its vantage point, the hawk observed the ebb and flow of life, the dance of the seasons, and the ever-changing tapestry of the sky above.

But on this day, a heavy blanket of clouds obscured the sun, casting a gray pall over the landscape. The hawk, usually so regal and proud, seemed to droop slightly, its feathers losing their luster in the dim light. Without the warm touch of the sun's rays, its spirit felt subdued, weighed down by a melancholy it could not shake.

As the hours passed and the clouds refused to part, the hawk's heart grew heavy with longing. It yearned for the sun's radiant embrace, for the gentle warmth that brought life to the world below. Without it, the world seemed dull and lifeless, robbed of its vitality and color.

With each passing moment, the hawk's sadness deepened, aching for the touch of the sun on its feathers, the brilliance of its golden light. For it knew that without the sun, life would lose its magic, its beauty fading into shadows and gloom.

And so the hawk sat, perched upon its branch, lost in a quiet sorrow, longing for the return of the sun and the hope it brought with it. For in its absence, the world seemed a little darker, a little colder, a little emptier than before." – RDA