While this poem does speak of a hawk, I do not much experience with them, but it did remind me of the owl experiences that I have had. The first line of “I sit on top of the world, my eyes closed” instantly brings to mind the typical image of an owl and it just so happens that I have an owl who loves to hang in the tree right by my bedroom window every night. While it is very cute an interesting to hear it hoot beautifully, it doesn’t stop when I am ready to go to bed. The phrases in the poem of “no falsifying dream” and “in sleep rehearse” reminds me of how that owl has made it difficult to fall asleep since he found his home next to mine and live on a conflicting schedule to mine. I can see him sometimes from my window and he is very beautiful
