Free spirit (technically two words, but I'll go with it anyway)

Hawk soaring above the highway interchange
Caring not about the urban landdscape, or the cars rushing past
Knowing not whether any notice his wheeling, fluid circles in the updraft
Cares only perhaps, for the wind, the air, and
The field mouse in the grass below, dinner on four feet
We, trapped in our metal boxes of conveyance, may travel further, faster,
But we have not what the hawk does,
A truly free spirit

Highway