Stories                

Hawk Story

By Bill Hosford

The library visit was going smoothly when I noticed a commotion. The 4^th grade teacher excitedly motioned me over and asked if I knew what kind of bird was sitting outside our 2^nd story window. It was a red-tail hawk.  Our city school had a visitor right there in the tree between two wings of the building.  It remained for about 15 minutes, long enough for all of the children to view it and I to get a series of photos. We were sad to see the great bird depart but the squirrel it was stalking was very relieved.

                                        Bill Hosford(c)2003

Sleep

For some people, going to sleep is as simple as shutting off a light.  Flip the switch and sleep ensues.  For others, falling asleep is more like a dying campfire.  It starts bright and slowly dims.  Occasional sparks and sputters re-light the consciousness.  It may be the wee small hours of the morning before the cold and dew finally extinguish the last glowing embers.  

Usually, by midnight, I wish I could turn my pillow into a bucket of water.

                                                         Bill Hosford, June 2, 1004, 3:15 AM