an ever tightening spiral

i saw a hawk appear
overhead,
lower than i expected
hawks to fly reconnaissance;
and i paused-
as i walked through this field
not wishing to be a part
of his decision to
leave this place.
i did not look up for him,
but instead followed his
shadow around the filed
with my eyes.
he flew in a pattern,
an ever tightening
spiral,
and it was hard to make out
his actual location
with the sun
hidden from my view
by the trees.
nothing in this field moved,
but that shadow,
simply floating in
and ever tightening
spiral.