He breasted the summit of the cliff and then rose in wide circles to the clouds. When their under-tendrils passed about his outstretched wings, he surged straight inland. Gliding and dipping his wings at intervals, he roamed across the roof of the firmament, with his golden hawk’s eyes turned down, in search of prey, toward the bright earth that lay far away below, beyond the shimmering emptiness of the vast blue sky.


Mother Hawk Dark Water Supreme Truth Lovely Song Break Wing 
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© Liam O’Flaherty 1999

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