Hawk tanka
the hawk flies away
the moon is rising softly
she spreads her light wings
and flies with the hawk above
constant as a mothers love
This poem is about:
Our world
Additional Resources
Get AI Feedback on your poem
Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
If You Need Support
If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741