The Hawk: Days Ninety Nine - One Hundred Two

Yesterday, I awoke from a thumping and pounding on top of my roof. I mean loud thumps and pounds, as if a guy with a hammer was up there, banging away. Then, thwoosh. Outside of the bathroom window, a gigantic set of wings, brown and black striped, rush by over and over again. Then, I see the wings glide past the high window over my bed. A hawk has taken up residence very close to my home, probably on top of it. This is a big bird, a beautiful bird, but a large animal. My first thought is that I want it gone. I have a little dog, I have a head. Every time I go outside, I see this bird and it sees me. We stare at each other and the hawk is much less perturbed than I. He knows where he belongs.