Finch and Hawk

I saw a hawk the other day
Regal, confident, and beautiful
That certain look of a predator
It was searching for movement
from a vantage on the wire
When a little flinch flew over
Boldly landed not five feet away
The hawk broke its focused gaze
and looked over at the guest
Perhaps in quiet disbelief
of the finch's intrusion,
or maybe, it was just
a silent acknowledgement
Then he looked back
to continue his search
Now, I know this applies
It's significant; a metaphor
People don't see such things
without a reason or a cause
But, what bothers me is:
I can't decide whether I'm
the finch or the hawk