A frosty morning

A trip to the bakery

Smell of baking bread

I miss your beauty.

Your soaring flight, deadly swoop,

Silence of your wings

A picture window

At what speed does a hawk fly?

Life ends abruptly

Every meeting

We are startled by the hawk

Imprinted on glass

Oh birds forgive us

Our sleek towers, bright mirrors

A city of glass

what beautiful wings

a fine feathered impression

etched on a glass pane

Kwekwe place of frogs

Old friends and new beginnings

Happy memories

Zoom in and zoom out

New etiquette emerges

We must be half-dressed

Possible with zoom

If not morphed to corporate

Human gathering