A few days ago, there was a red-tailed hawk sitting in my chinaberry tree. His...

A few days ago, there was a red-tailed hawk sitting in my chinaberry tree.
His back was to me, and his feathers looked like a cloak and I stood at the window and stared at him until, slowly, he swiveled his head and stared back at me.
How do I describe the look he gave me?
Ferocious? Disdainful? Dismissive?
It was the look a king gives a peasant.
My knees felt weak. It was all I could do to keep my eyes locked on his.
Finally, bored, he turned away from me.
When I stepped out on the porch, t...