I AM

A father has many faces. Some he shows to his family others not.

I am the shadow of the moon less night.
I am the hawk who swoops from above,
to snatch my prey with the speed of a bullet.
I am the ghostly filament that passes you in the fog.
I am here yet there,
near yet far,
fire yet ice . . .
Yes, I am all of these,
and yet
I am also a father, proud of his own.