“The Hawk thought it over for a while. He didn’t like the idea. He much preferred soaring in the upper reaches of the air away from everyone. He really didn’t like being around other animals or even being too close to the ground. In fact, if he could’ve had his way, there would’ve been food in the air for him to eat so that the only part of the earth he’d ever have to touch would be the top of a mountain.”
Julius Lester, Black Folktales
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In many ways, I too am like the hawk, in that I eat uncooked food and regurgitate it to feed my offspring.
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