Peregrine

Perched upon the precipice
Between life and the dark abyss
A peregrine looks down on crowds
In its element, amongst the clouds
Like a speck of ink on paper blotted
It's silhouetted target spotted
Beating it's wings higher and higher
None excel, no better flier
Folding it's wings, it stoops and falls
Then carries its prize to old church walls
Predator of the rolling rooftops
Always moving, never stops
Surveying its kingdom for target two
Master of the skies... It's true
This cold indifferent pigeon killer,
This lightning paced avian thriller
Has a sweet side, not that you'd know
It's not a side that often shows
It has it's chicks to rear and raise
Through the softening spring haze...

I.Sparrow

(sorry its only short and sweet)