Much to muse here ... plenty of scope for contemplation. The hawk hovers above the tree tops once more and views the threads & fibres of the perfect spider's web. Its creator seemingly lurks in its epicentre. A shadowy presence disturbed, agitated ... creatures wandering its web alarmed by the sonic resonance & the infra red beams which investigate their tracks. Beading eyes witness an orderly & contrived situation. Suspicion dawns in its mind as pure air once more pervades its senses. Every strand of the web ... appears out of place in that imagery. The spider's web perhaps the hologram which hides the more revealing doorway that lies underneath. For actors are seen to wait off stage for their cue. The leading roles ... have not the freedom that the audience think they do.
On high the Hawk sees it all in overview. Piercing eyes focus on the shadow in the centre of this now notorious web ... understanding dawns. But know the watcher is as wise as the owl ... hiding its features deep in the overcast sky ... equally as symbolic as the cine-town stage ... well hidden therefore to other prying eyes. Those of the magical ones who devised the stage, the scene and the hologram of the web. They see not the Hawk ... they sense only impending rain.
