You are a standing master. And that hawk is probably not going to do anything anyway, so why not continue to stand, right in its feathery face?
The hawk continues to fly above you. Circles. Round and round it goes. You cannot tell from the shadows on the ground whether or not it is angry, but you could guess that it probably is. Are hawks ever not angry? You do not know, and that is okay.
To continue feeling more and more safe, you choose to…